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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 10 months

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lil IronFam prompt if ur interested, Peters had a bad day and just needs cheering up so Tony tickles him and eventually harley pokes his head round the door and is like why did no one invite me to the party?? so he starts tickling his brother as well. just lots fluff and love please

So You Had a Bad Day

Summary: See prompt above ❤️

(Ironfam fluff as requested Anon ❤️ I may have switched a couple things just to change things up a little bit, I hope that's okay ❤️ hope you still enjoy and that you guys have a great week ❤️ :))

Peter flopped onto his bed. Today had been his roughest day in a while. Between school and Spiderman, the boy was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted.

All he wanted to do was sleep till next week.

A knock on the door ruined those plans.

"Go away," Peter replied.

The door opened and something was thrown on top of him. "Left your backpack in the living room Parker."

"Ow!"

"What's wrong? Your spider tingles broken?"

Peter threw a pillow at the door. "Go away Harvey."

The older boy missed the pillow. "Alright, sheesh."

Peter had his back turned to the door, but he could clearly see the hallway light reflecting on his wall. "I said go away."

"I will." The same pillow from before smacked the young teen's head. "After you take back your crap back."

With a frustrated huff, Peter threw the pillow down beside his bed. "Would you knock it off?"

"Stop throwing things at me and I will."

"You're so annoying!" Peter curled into a ball. "Just leave me alone."

A silence fell over the room. For a brief moment, Peter thought Harvey had left.

"What's wrong with you?"

Peter sat up and whirled around to glare at the older boy. "Everything is wrong with me Harvey! School sucks, the city sucks, I suck, everything freaking sucks!"

Harvey held up his hands. "Calm down spiderkid."

"Spiderman."

"Anyway, this sounds like a typical Tuesday---."

"It's Wednesday."

The older boy looked to very close to straggling his surrogate brother. "Would you shut up for five seconds and listen?"

"Five."

"Peter---."

"Four."

"Not what I---."

"Three."

"Peter."

"Two."

"Peter!"

"One."

Harvey threw his hands up. "I give up."

"Then just leave! The door is right there."

A surprised look came over Harvey's face. "Are you kidding me? After all of the crap you gave me about opening up when things are bothering me you don't even have the decency to do the same!"

The young teen glanced away.

". . . Look Parker, I'm sorry I snapped at you." Harvey sat on the bed. "I'm not good at this whole talk things through."

It took a nudge for Peter to finally look up.

Harvey patted the bed near him. "But come on, we'll figure this out."

With great hesitation, Peter plopped on the bed next to Harvey.

The older boy adjusted so he was laying beside him with one arm behind his head. "Alright, roll film."

Peter shrugged. "Was just a crappy day."

"Come on Pete, after all of the times I tell you to shut up you finally get the chance to talk and you don't take it?"

" . . . I got into a fight."

Immediately, Harvey turned to the younger boy. "You?"

Peter nodded.

"You fought in school?"

"You don't have to say it like that---."

"What, like I'm proud?" Harvey slapped Peter's shoulder. "Dude, you got into a fight at school. That's sick!"

Peter furrowed his eyebrows together. "It's what?"

"You know, it's awesome."

"Really?"

"Heck yeah! It won't be when Tony finds out, but come on. You took down someone and, considering you're not front page news, no one found out you were Spiderman!"

"And that's sick?"

Harvey shoved his brother's shoulder. "Sick, dope, happening, whatever you call it. It's still awesome."

That single comment brought a smile to Peter's face. "Thanks I guess."

"Now when Tony finds out, you agree not to do it again alright . . . But one of us will be proud."

Peter blushed and looked away.

"Come on." Harvey nudged. "I know that's not the only thing. What else happened?"

The younger boy shrugged. "Just a stubborn criminal and a horrible news reporter who dragged Spiderman through the mud."

"Sorry bout that Pete."

Peter shrugged. "It happens."

"Still. You do all this work for Queens and someone decides to rip you to shreds for it . . . Gotta sting."

"You're not wrong."

After the comment, both boys fell quiet. It wasn't a tense quiet, but a nice quiet that let the words digest.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by Harvey sitting up. "Hey, do me a favor."

"What?"

The older boy grabbed a pillow. "Tell me their names."

"What?"

"Tell me their names." Harvey plopped the pillow over Peter's face. "So I can punch their stupid faces."

"Hey!"

As Peter struggled to get the pillow off of his face, Harvey gave light playful punches to the pillow. "Like this! And this! And this!"

"Ack! Hehey! Knock ihit ohoff!"

The older boy smirked. "Or, I could give them one of these."

Before Peter could ask, Harvey dug one of his hands into the young teen's armpit.

Peter squealed as he turtled on to one side. "HARVEY!"

"A few armpit tickles should take care of them no problem!"

The young teen pushed on the older boy's hand. "HARVEHEY! NOO!"

"You're right Parker." The hand in Peter's armpit moved to pinch his ribs. "Rib pinches would be way more effective."

"AHH! NAAAA!" A little extra wiggling brought Peter's face out from under the pillow. "YOU JEHERK!"

Harvey chuckled at the red faced giggling mess that was his surrogate brother. "Yeheah, rib pinches are extremely effectihive."

With a snort, Peter curled into a ball as he tried to grab Harvey's wrists. "NOT THERE! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Not where?" Harvey's hands dug into his lower ribs. "Not here?"

"AH!"

The older boy kept one hand on the attack while the other scratched at his face. He had attempted to grow a beard like Tony but it aggrevated his face. He had almost shaved it this morning. Now he was glad he hadn't because an idea popped into his head.

"What is it Tony likes to do?" Harvey dragged a finger along Peter's tummy that had been exposed from his wriggling. "Use his secret weapon?"

A hand pushed at Harvey's face. "Don't you eheven thihink about ihit!"

The older boy pinned his surrogate brother's wrists. "Already have."

A moment later, Peter squealed as Harvey rubbed his face across his tummy. "NAHAHA--snort--THAT SUHUCKS!"

"What do you need to say if you want to stop?"

The words would be reassuring if they weren't spoken directly into his tummy. "I know! Ihi knohow!"

"Well . . ."

Peter bit his lip. He was having to much fun to call it quits.

"That's what I thought."

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey repinned Peter's wrists. "Bite me."

Another squeal rang through the room as Harvey buried his face back into Peter's tummy. He was having almost as much fun as Peter. Then he decided to amp it up by blowing raspberries into the young teen's tummy.

Peter straight up cackled at the ticklish sparks shooting across his stomach. The stubbly facial hair rooted out any snorts that may be hiding. "JEHERK!"

Harvey lifted his head. "Is that the only insult you got?"

"What is going on in here?" A new voice exclaimed. "Why does it sound like someone is dying?"

Both boys froze as Tony walked through the bedroom door.

The billionaire scientist leaned against the doorframe. "Care to explain?"

"I'm just tickling him Tony." The older boy pinched Peter's cheek. "He's just too cute."

Peter pulled his face away. "Shut uhup!"

"Odd, usually you need a motive to launch a tickle attack."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "He was having a rough day. I was trying to be nice."

Tony moved to sit on the bed. "Aww, aren't you a sweetheart."

The older boy glared as Peter snickered. "I'm not!"

"But come on, you didn't invite me to the party?"

Both Harvey and Tony grinned as Peter's eyes went comically wide. "Tony yohou traitohor!"

"Oh please." The older scientist patted Peter's leg. "If he hadn't, I would."

"Ihi know."

"But hey, you and I are having a talk about this later alright?"

The young teen nodded. "Okahay."

"For now, I think you need a bigger smile on that face of yours."

Immediately, Peter was returned to a cackling, squirming mess as Tony added his own raspberries to his tummy. "EEEK!"

Harvey playfully pouted. "Hey! I had that spot first!"

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"Wahait! Whahat!"

"You're on old man!" Harvey handed him one of Peter's arms. "First one to make him squeal gets to blow raspberries."

"Are yohou crazy!"

Tony took the arm and pinned it with his knee. "Deal!"

"You twoho ahare trying toho kill mehe!"

"Come on, you're not even tired out yet." A quick side squeeze got a squeak. "You can handle a quick bet underoos."

A different hand spidered down his side, producing another squeak. "Don't you trust us Petey?"

"Yohou shohould behe in aha horrohor moviEEE!"

"Oo, that was closer." Tony continued his rib attack. "But not quite a squeal."

"YOHOU'RE EVIL!"

Harvey's finger started doing spirals around Peter's tummy. "I bet I know where those squeals are hiding."

"Dohon't yohou dahare Harvey!"

The finger circled closer. "Don't what?"

"Yohou knohow whahat!"

"No I don't." By now, his finger was circling the rim of Peter's belly button. "That's why I'm asking you."

Peter growled through his giggles.

"I'm so scared," Harvey teased as he wiggled his finger inside the teen's belly button.

And Peter squealed.

"Ha!" The older boy pulled his finger out. "I get to blow the raspberries."

Tony playfully pushed Harvey. "No fair! You already did a bunch."

Peter squirmed. "Neitheher ohof yohou could blow thehem!"

"Hush underoos." Tony readjusted. "No need to get impatient."

Meanwhile, Harvey smirked. "If we both want to blow them, why don't we?"

"Whahat!"

"What a great idea Harvey," Tony grinned.

"You take the right, I'll take the left."

"Guys! Guhuys!"

"You're on!"

Before Peter could get out another protest, both Tony and Harvey dove down to blow raspberries into his tummy.

The young teen went ballistic. One person blowing them was torturous, but two people blowing them left Peter a high-pitched cackling extremely squirmy mess underneath the two tickle monsters.

But all fun has it's limits. "UNCLE! UHUNCLLLLE!"

Immediately, both Harvey and Tony pulled away.

The young teen rolled on to his side and wrapped his arms around his middle. "N-noho m-mohore."

"Are ya in a better mood now?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded. "Yehes."

"You know what Petey?" Harvey ruffled his hair. "I think I'm gonna use raspberries on those meanies."

Peter playfully shoved his surrogate brother. "Jeherk."

Tony cocked his head. "Meanies?"

Harvey held up a hand. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

"I'm rihight here!"

The older boy dropped the blanket over Peter's head. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

Tony shook his head as Peter popped his head back out to glare at his brother. "You can tell me later kihid, but we are going to talk."

Peter nodded. "I knohow. Ihi will."

"Come on." The older scientist stood. "Let's grab Morgan and order some pizza."

Both boys jumped up. "Pizza?"

Tony shrugged as he headed toward the door. "Why not? It's Friday night."

"But it's Wednesday."

Harvey elbowed Peter and hissed, "Shut up or he'll order anchovies!"

"Come on slow pokes, let's go," Tony called again before he disappeared down the hall.

Harvey playfully shoved Peter. "Last one to the kitchen is stupid!"

"Hey!" Peter raced after the older boy. "Cheater!"

Harvey stuck his tongue out. "Come and catch me Spideykid!"

"It's Spiderman!" Peter followed him around the corner. "And you know it!"

Yet however annoying his family could be, Peter was thankful to have them. They could make a rough day seem better and could change his bad attitude into good.

So when he finally tackled Harvey to the floor, Peter flopped on top of him and wrapped him in a hug.

"What are you doing?" Harvey asked.

"Saying thanks for putting up with me."

The older boy tried to cover up a smile, but Peter caught the edges of it. "You're welcome Parker. . . Now move your butt before you squash me."

"But you're so comfy!"

Harvey pushed on the teen. "Peter, if you don't get off, I'm going to tickle you again!"

Peter stayed quiet, but he didn't move.

"Really?"

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey smirked before digging in to Peter's neck. "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise I'd kill your annoying butt."

The teen dissolved into squealy giggles as Harvey tickled him again. Meanwhile, he could hear Morgan begging Tony for cheese pizza as he talked over the phone.

Yeah his family was crazy, but he wouldn't change them for the world.

#lee peter 1 #ler harvey #ler tony stark #ironfam #ticklefic

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aarcanevillains · 6 months

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The truth doesn’t hurt

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Peter, after a realisation with his cousin, finally tells Erik the truth- and it’s a better reaction than he expected.

Warnings: none | cousin OC

Peter stared down at his cousin’s son, the six year old babbling about his newest obsession while Lili cooked the trio dinner. James, like Peter, was growing up without a father- and just like Peter it wasn’t really by choice and for some reason that stung more than usual today. His heart ached for his cousins because he realised something… Peter at current had the choice to change that.

Erik Lensherr is his father. Magneto is his dad.

According to Liliana at least James’ father isn’t a major terrorist so points to her he guesses.

He blinks down at the kid who is now staring blankly at the TV, a long day at school finally catching up to him again it seems.

“Pietro, James. Dinner!” Lili called, that soft polish accent loud and clear as she did (the proud Eisenhardt accent Peter’s uncle- his mums brother and Lili’s dad- would say)

“Coming Mama.” James called back.

Peter zipped the two into the kitchen, James giggling like a madman as he did, settling them in for dinner.

“Thanks for watching him today Pete.” Lili said for what was probably the tenth time since she came home from work. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m perfectly fine.” He said at what many would say was a fast tempo (which he would then say it was Andante at most thank you).

“Because you haven’t said a word since James started talking about dinosaurs and you love those giant lizards Kyzun.”

“Ah.”

“Pete quiet today.” James interrupted, food being shovelled into his face at an alarming rate- where Lili definitely didn’t shoot him a scathing glare at that. Peter only shoots one back that says *after James goes to bed*.

And so he waits till then to ask for her opinion on his troubles.

“Just been thinking.” He admits and waits for the usual teasing jab they would share but she’s quiet, listening. “I have the chance to tell Erik he’s my father and I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Why is that?” Liliana asks with a frown.

“I don’t know… I’m scared?” He shrugs. “Either he’ll think I want to replace Nina or he’ll hate me because I’m.. well I’m not the best son in the world so…”

“I’ll rip him to shreds if he thinks that. Peter there isn’t anything wrong with you for one and for another you know it’s the right thing to tell him.” Lili pats his arm. “You said family is important to him yeah?”

Peter nods slowly.

“Then let him know he isn’t alone.”

“I know I should… but what if Erik is already gone when I get back to the mansion?”

“Then you make the bald man find him and you tell Erik everything. You make sure he doesn’t leave until you tell him.”

Peter stands, pushing down those nerves threatening to stop him for the thousandth time.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Give me a call tomorrow about it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His palms were so fucking sweaty.

Like really fucking sweaty. Worse than Alex trying to drill Scott on the plasma beams and accidentally burning a few (a lot of) really expensive antiques and then Charles going on a rager about how fucking stupid this idea to train inside the house, away from the bunker, was while Kurt stared into your soul for ruining a perfectly good book case… no his brain was not trying to plan an escape route.

His knuckles hit the door before he knew it, three sharp knocks surprising even himself as he heard the door unlock and creak open.

“Peter.” Erik said as way of greeting.

“Hey Erik.” Peter said in kind. “Uh…”

“Do you need something?”

“No-yes… yes I need some help.” His shoulders dropped. “It’s really important and uh.. can I come in?”

Erik frowned in contemplation before moving to the side. Peter was never this… scared to look someone in the eye and Erik was half ready to call out for Charles should the boy do or say something worrying or dare he say stupid.

“How can I be of help?” Erik asked after some long seconds of silence. He was notably irritated which only made Peter more nervous, he felt sick even.

“I was babysitting my cousin’s kid and I got to thinking… he’s gonna grow up like me.” He started, easing into the plan he had haphazardly thrown together.

Erik’s irritated stare softened a little. Peter was sharing personal information, according to Charles Peter didn’t like to share that sort of thing unless it was something… fun.

“Like you?” The metalokinetic prodded.

“Without a father figure.” Peter gulped. “And like me it’s not really on purpose. Neither of our dads even know we exist but Lili… she wants James’ dad to know- she just doesn’t know how to find him and she fucking tried.”

“I do hope she can find him then. I imagine anyone would want to know if they had a child. I certainly would… family is important no matter the circumstances.” Erik sat on his bed, patting it down for Peter to join him.

“You would want to know?” The speedster said quietly. Erik only nodded. “I found my dad.”

Erik’s brows rose, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s excellent, no? Have you told him?”

“I haven’t, I’m just… I’m scared.”

And though Erik still wandered why Peter came to him, thought he could be of any help he placed a hand on the twenty-six year old’s shoulder and squeezed. “Why?”

“He’s a… powerful mutant… Because he lost his new family not that long ago. Because he scares a lot of people.”

“Does he scare you?”

“Not anymore.” Erik nodded again. “What would… how would you react if I came up to you and said hey… I’m your son and I’m twenty-six but you’re my dad!”

Erik frowned, not expecting that kind of question.

“Well I would not be disappointed. Perhaps miffed I did not know sooner and angry that I hadn’t been there for you because and know this Peter I would have raised you.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened, something shining by the corner of one that Erik suspected was a tear and his heart well… it aches for the man.

“Do I know your father?” Peter seemed to freeze at that before tentatively nodding. “Practice what you want to say, with me I mean.”

Why was Erik doing this for him? Peter was so confused and yet relieved all at once before snorting out a laugh. He nodded and turned to face him.

“Twenty-eight years ago you met my mother. Dated for a little under two years and after your break up and her move to America she found out she was pregnant with me and my twin sister… my mama is Polish you see so I actually have a traditional name- Pietro.” The slight crease in Erik’s brow told Peter that something had started to click. “She decided to americanise our names for school but anyway… her name was Ma..”

Peter gulped.

“Ma?” The former terrorist tried to joke, to make Peter feel better. “You’re doing well so far Peter, a strong start.”

“Her name was Magda Eisenhardt.“

Erik felt a twist in his chest, a lurch in his gut. He knew that name.

Peter’s mother is Polish… Peter’s real name is Pietro- a name he and his former partner had cooed over once they heard it. Magda… Magda Eisenhardt.

Peter’s silence seemed to be louder than any other sound, than when Banshee would scream or when any explosions echoed.

“But… Maximoff?”

“Mama remarried, we took his name and now I have a little sister.” Peter said quickly. “Her name is Anya but my twin is Wendy which is actually-”

“Wanda?” Erik pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “Like Magda’s mother’s name.”

“Yeah.” Peter relaxed into his father’s hold.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish… I wish you had told me sooner I would have-”

“Stayed?” Peter quipped.

“Yes. I would have tried to stay.”

“Don’t force yourself to stay.”

“I have a son… a daughter.” Erik pulled back, looking at Peter- Pietro… he looks like Magda, he looks like him. “I still have family.”

“Yeah. Yeah you do.”

After moments passed and both men had taken deep breaths Erik asked quietly.

“Your cousin? Is she Aleksey’s daughter or through your step father’s sibling?”

“Uncle Aleksey is still alive and kicking but yeah Liliana is his. He’s still a great brother for ma…”

“And she has a son?”

“James.” Peter smiles brightly. “A six year old with more energy than me some days.”

“I think.” Erik starts. “If you’d allow it I’d like to get to know you, your sister- my daughter- and your family if they would too.”

Peter smiles. He hadn’t expected the immediate warmth, the utter joy on his fathers face the fact that Erik didn’t think he was trying to replace Nina.

Lili was so going to make fun of them both for crying on each others shoulders.

Worth it!

#x men #x men fluff #Peter Maximoff tells Erik the truth #Magneto is Peter’s dad #erik lensherr #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #Peter Maximoff fluff #Erik Lensherr fluff #x men oc #Liliana Eisenhardt

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cbsghostsmetasandtrevor · 6 months

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CBS Ghosts - Hello! - Game's Over, Sam's Done

Warning - Spoilers May Appear

Clearly, the best way to get Thor to leave them alone is for him to get to watch his viking fellows on TV. He’s SO into it, I love it.

I wonder if he always uses his TV time just for this?

Jay’s just like “Why waste utilities” and Thor goes from being peacefully distracted by the mission to drive Sam crazy because Jay’s trying to save money and can’t hear him.

Poor Sam - she had inadvertently gotten one to leave her alone, only for Jay to ruin it.

I do love Thor calling Jay “Small Man”. I wonder if the TV was enough for him to come around to the idea that they could stay as long as he can see Vikings? Because his demand was just to watch TV.

Also, not really shown in this scene, but the ghosts are easily distracted - Thor with the TV, Isaac and Trevor with Hamilton, Hetty and Flower with the hole in the wall. Like Half the ghosts abandoned the plan the second they found something more interesting.

I'm convinced the only ones into the Mission are Pete, Sass and Alberta. I wonder why? Sass - drama? Alberta - her murder? But Pete? Very Curious.

I burst out laughing at the Cholera ghosts - if it isn’t mr fix it.

They’re mocking him and he has no idea and it cracks me up so much.

Stewart should have gotten Nancy’s screen time, honestly. He's so funny.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

I KNOW WE’RE DEAD BUT HE’S TRYING TO KILL US! - I love Stewart - he doesn’t pull back - he’s just like COME ON MAN. Even though he KNOWS Jay can't hear him.

Those Cholera ghosts have some fun after all.

I love that they’re all yelling as if he can hear them - STOP IT MAN!

OMG this is SO SAD! Sam’s gotten to the point where she thinks that she’s having a Psychotic Break. POOR SAM.

This is SO interesting - Hetty was not a part of the whole “drive her to acknowledge us” plan. BUT because of JAY, she’s now driving Sam crazy (when the ghosts IN on the plan have disappeared?) because she’s like “I can’t deal with a hole in the wall”.

Funny to note - Hetty’s struggling here and I can’t wait to see what she’s like in Season 3 when she actually shares a room with Flower.

LMAO I love that Thor calls it a Sorcerer’s window - he’s like “damn it, woman, I just want to see my people.”

Poor Thor, it’s been so long but he misses his people. On the other hand, Sam's busy losing her mind, Thor.

Aw, Sam. My heart breaks for her.

This is interesting. Trevor does this thing where he was going someplace and then stops weirdly when he notices who he’s looking for has been found is in that room. He does the same thing in the Christmas special - so I wonder if he was looking for Hetty at the time???

Anyway, Boy, Trevor doesn’t take rejection well. Before he was just a poor puppy excited to find someone and connect with someone, now, he’s like ‘fine, I'll be better off without you’.

This leads into an interesting part of his psychology. We know that he wants to be the big man around town, he wants to be the center of attention, he wants to have a connection with someone, and he wants to be included and wanted.

And when he doesn’t get these things - he feels down and sad - which we see in one of the opening scenes, but quickly, he goes on the offense. It’s only been like a day and Sam’s going through hell, but he (like ALL of the ghosts) only thinks about what he’s feeling and rejecting it. He wants to mask his negative feelings and project them onto Sam.

Thus, going for an offensive attack to get her attention - and it works, somewhat. But also, it probably worked in life, too, hence doing this.

Doesn’t excuse him, but I do think that he didn’t do this just to be a jerk, but because he’s just trying to deal with his own emotions in the wrong way is interesting. It doesn't make him any worse than the other ghosts that do the same in various instances.

Also, I think he didn’t start with it because he’s not really *that guy*. He’s only doing it now because he couldn’t handle the rejection (which ISN’T okay). And he backs off quickly when she runs away to the hospital. We never see him do this, again.

Also, what is that face, Thor? You’re just like ‘whatever’.

And Hetty’s too busy trying to get Sam’s attention to interact with what Trevor’s doing here? You’d think she’d defend her. Since she does - sort of - like Sam.

POOR SAM - She’s just like “God this is terrible”.

Trevor, boy, there’s nothing genius about this. But I do love them all chasing her to the stairwell.

APPARENTLY, SAM CAN ESCAPE THEM - evidence? They don’t go downstairs because “they are terrifying” - how are they terrifying??? I need to know.

is it because they smell? Is it because they are different? I just - need to know.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to reach out and chat :)

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #Hello!#trevor lefkowitz #sam arondekar #hetty woodstone #jay arondekar #Thor

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maxer-blaster · 2 years

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When I first watched OFMD, I didn't think about Izzy Hands much.

I got into the show for Ed/Stede. He was an obstacle to that.

To the point where, when he dragged Stede (dressed as Blackbeard) away in ep 4, I thought "quit ruining their fun".

I did find his interactions with Lucius in ep 5 interesting and that's when I started to wonder about just what was UP with this angry little weasel.

But ep 6 I was still all, "there Izzy goes, ruining things again"

Hell, with the mutiny in episode 9, possibly being thrown overboard to drown, I thought " Well, that's what you get".

Even with the choking scene...

Even with the FUCKING TOE SCENE I was thinking

"Play shitty games, win shitty prizes ".

Because I was watching the show for Ed/Stede, and Izzy was "ruining the fun".

I didn't stop to question it, only grumble that he was preventing me as the viewer from getting what I wanted.

And then I saw Izzy meta

And discussions

And yeah, Izzys a dick when he drags Stede away in ep 4, but he's not wrong.

They do need to discuss provisions, plans and weapons.

It might be "interrupting" the dress up games, the flirting, the FUN for Ed and Stede but like...

They're in fucking DANGER.

They need to do SOMETHING.

On ep 5, he is a total PRICK to Lucius. Most of it from a place of internalized homophobia.

But, Lucius and Black Pete probably shouldn't have been FUCKING NEXT TO THE FOOD! It was bagged, sure but contamination could still fucking happen.

They probably SHOULD have been working. In some capacity. And yet, there are 3 crewman hanging out in the kitchen doing NOTHING (well, no work at least) and it's a pretty small crew.

Blackbeard, Stede, Frenchie and Olu are GONE! They are short staffed. It probably should be all hands on deck.

Then in ep 6, again we don't want Stede to die. But look at how Izzy goes about it. He brings up that it was Ed's shitty policy in the first place. That killing Stede was EDS IDEA. ep 4, Izzy was prepared to fucking LEAVE.

Ed's the one who proposed killing Stede, as a way to keep Izzy on board.

And Ed was gonna kill Stede. Was gonna stab him in the back

But, when that didn't happen, Izzy challenged him to a duel.

He could've pulled an Ed and stabbed Stede in the back.

But he threw Stede a sword, laid out the rules and, aside from the face slap, fought fairly.

Sending Calico Jack to get Ed, getting Ed put into his custody, was shitty, sure, but done out of love. Out of protection. His views of survival may be twisted, but by God, Izzy thought it was the only way to care for Ed.

While I still think Ed was in his right to punch Izzy.

While the mutiny makes sense (and I'm not sure it would've been fatal)

The chokeslam?

As the audience it feels like a buildup. Like a punishment a long time coming. But for Ed? Izzy talked shit and Ed LOST IT IN THE MONENT.

And it's nor much worse than many other things Izzy has said.

And my reaction was "you shouldn't have made him mad"

Then he waits, presumably hours, until Izzy is asleep

Until he is vulnerable

Sneaks into his room like a thief in the night

And cuts off his GODDAMN TOE AND FEEDS IT TO HIM!

Makes him bandage the wound

Alone

Get up right after

In the middle of the night

And walk on his freshly mangled ass foot.

And Izzy?

Says yes Sir

Of course Sir

And hops fucking TO IT.

And when I watched that the first time ..

It was NOTHING compared to how I felt when he pushed Lucius off the boat.

Is part of that because we see Izzy alive after and Lucius' survival is "unknown" (we all know), yes.

But another part of it is, Izzys not a nice person

Not a good person

And Lucius is.

Izzy's the "asshole victim"

The obstacle in the rom com.

He's the "bad guy"

So I just didn't feel pulled to any sympathy.

Maybe it's partly because he's a man. If I saw an antagonistic female character have the same thing happen to them? I'd feel DISGUSTED!

Hell I'd probably consider Ed irredeemable after this (not sure what I'd feel if Ed's character was female too)

I also doubt that my first instinct of "well you shouldn't have threatened him then" or "you brought this on yourself" would have happened.

Because look at that victim blame-y shit. Dude had to eat his own fucking toe and my first thoughts/feelings boiled down to "he was asking for it".

And holy hell, that is FUCKED UP!

Not even sure the writers meant for us to react this way

Or for the abuse subtext to be there

But my God, why did I react this way? When this kind of thinking really PISSES ME OFF.

When I would've never guessed I could see someone maimed in their sleep and feel NO sympathy.

And I think it'd behoove us to question why.

Why are our reactions to this show and various characters what they are?

And why wasn't I able to muster up any sympathy until I had other people point out how fucked up it was?

#izzy hands #our flag means death #not to say that we're horrible people #just that #i know im not the only one to react this way #and why did we #does it say something about the show?#or something about us as viewers #or both #and were we intended to feel this way?

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alyswritings · 2 years

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could u write something for being andrew Peter Parker’s little sister?? Not no way home related like maybe she brings home a boyfriend (in the correct universe lol) and he gets all protective and spies on her date as Spiderman?

Y/N is in her room, inspecting her appearance in the full body mirror she has. Peter walks by her open bedroom door, backtracking when he realizes she's in a skirt and nice shirt with a pair of small heels -- something she rarely wears.

"What are you wearing?" Peter asks, a quizzical look on his face.

"Clothes." Y/N deadpans making her brother roll his eyes.

"Why are you dressed nice?" Peter asks.

"Maybe I just want to look nice." Y/N shrugs, gathering a few items and stuffing them in her purse.

There's a knock on the front door and Y/N brushes past her brother, trying to answer the door, but May beats them to it.

"Oh, hello." May greets the young boy.

"Hi. You must be May, I'm Randy." The teen introduces himself.

"Hello." May shakes his hand before turning to her sheepish niece and confused nephew.

"Um, Aunt May, this is Randy. You remember when I mentioned that we had been talking." Y/N says, walking up to them and standing next to her date. "We're going out for dinner and a movie."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're going on a date?" Peter questions, rushing up to them.

"Yes, Pete. A date." Y/N nods.

"Wh-when was this planned?" Peter asks.

"A few days ago." Y/N says.

"Well, you two have fun. Be back at a decent time, Y/N." May instructs.

"Of course, Aunt May." Y/N smiles, giving her aunt a kiss on the cheek. "We'll be safe. Promise."

May softly smiles, walking off, leaving the three teenagers alone.

"So, uh... when'd you meet?" Peter asks.

"Peter..." Y/N quietly warns.

"School." Randy answers.

"Ah. School. Yeah, that-that's something. Solid place to meet." Peter says. "Where exactly are you going?"

"The, uh, the Italian place a few blocks away that Y/N really likes. Then the movie theater that's near it." Randy informs.

"Yeah, so we're not far away. That's great. Bye, Peter." Y/N quickly ushers Randy out, shutting the door behind them.

- - -

Randy and Y/N are in the middle of dinner when Randy spots a flash of blue and red.

"Yo, I think I just saw Spider-Man." Randy says.

"What?" Y/N asks, looking around outside. It's easy as they're sat next to a window.

"Yeah, he was there." Randy points a certain direction and Y/N looks, but doesn't see anything.

After a few more moments, Y/N glances outside, spotting the Spider-Man outfit hiding somewhat behind a bush.

"Um... can you excuse me for a few moments?" Y/N asks with a tight lipped smile.

"Sure." Randy nods.

Y/N quickly exits the restaurant, finding the bush and walking up to Spider-Man.

"What do you think you're doing?" Y/N asks making Peter turn to her.

"Uh... no-nothing. I'm patrolling. You never know what danger could be around. Innocents getting attacked." Peter says.

"Pe--" Y/N stops, trying not to give away his identity. "Spider-Man. I can handle myself. Stop being overprotective and spying."

"I'm not spying. I'm watching out. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Looking out is my job." Peter says.

"So go look out for someone else. Other people who might be in danger." Y/N says.

"I am. Just while also watching you." Peter says.

"Stop spying on me and my date. I am fine. He's nice and funny and I like him. Don't ruin this. Go hang out with Gwen or something." Y/N says. "If I see you one more time tonight, I'm burning your skateboard."

"Wha-- Y/N." Peter whines.

"I mean it. Leave." Y/N tells him, going back to her date.

- - -

Randy and Y/N get back to the apartment and stay outside the door.

"I had fun tonight." Y/N says.

"Yeah, me too." Randy smiles.

The two lean in for a kiss, but before their lips are able to touch, the door opens making them jump apart. They turn and see Peter in the doorway with an innocent smile on his face.

"Hey. You're back." Peter smiles, ignoring Y/N's heated glare.

"Right. I'll see you later, Y/N." Randy smiles at her, risking a kiss on her cheek. "Nice to meet you, Peter." He awkwardly smiles at him. Peter forces a smile back and Randy leaves.

When she no longer sees him, Y/N turns to her brother with a harsh glare.

"What?" Peter asks. "I didn't spy on the rest of your date."

"You were standing behind the door." Y/N says.

"Which isn't spying. Maybe I was going to get the mail." Peter shrugs.

"We got the mail on the way back from school, doofus. I was with you." Y/N argues. "I'm burning your skateboard. Or blocking up your webs." She says, making her way to his bedroom.

"No, Y/N. Come on." Peter chases after her to prevent any damage she'll cause. "I'm sorry. But hey, you're safe."

#peter parker #peter parker x sister!reader #peter parker x sister reader #andrew!peter parker #peter parker drabble

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years

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“Hogwarts for Christmas”

Remus Lupin x Reader

Day 10 of the 12 Days til Christmas Special

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(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: When (Y/n) received a letter stating that she must stay at school for the holidays, she thought it would be the worst Christmas of her life, until a certain werewolf makes it his mission to make it perfect…

Warnings: starred out swear words, nothing else? Oh! I picked your house for you. You’re a Gryffindor. Sorry. 🤷‍♀️😂

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

(Y/l/n) - your last name

Saying (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was disappointed would be an understatement. After weeks of excitedly awaiting the arrival of Christmas break, the owl, carrying a letter, informing her that she would, in fact, not be returning home for the holidays, was an unwelcome sight, to say the least.

She had been so excited to go home and spend time with her family after being away from them for so long. But, alas, something came up last minute, and now she was stuck spending her Christmas alone in the Gryffindor common room.

(Y/n) secretly wished someone would stay back with her, if only to keep her company for the week ahead, but knew she would never bring that up to her friends. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter, all had plans of their own, and would be leaving for them on the train later that very same morning. She wouldn’t want to ruin their holidays too.

“You’re up early.” James noted, entering the room with the rest of the boys behind him. (Y/n) slid the letter into her pocket quickly, hoping they hadn’t seen it, before plastering on the best fake smile she could muster.

“Yeah, just couldn’t sleep in, I guess.” She said, half heartedly, though they didn’t seem to catch on as Peter nodded excitedly.

“I bet you’re excited for Christmas. Me too. My mum’s making her famous fruit cake for me again this year. Do you guys want me to send you any?” Before (Y/n) even had a chance to respond, Sirius made a noise of disgust.

“No offense, Pete. But that sounds disgusting.” The group of them laughed, as the boys began to bicker back and forth about the cake.

“Speaking of cake, does anyone else fancy breakfast? Or shall we just do this all day?” Remus asked sarcastically, earning an eye roll from Sirius, who, at some point during the conflict, had put the smaller boy in a headlock.

“Who p*ssed in your cereal, Moony?” James asked with a laugh, as they climbed through the portrait hole and started down the stairs.

“No one, James. That’s the problem. Moony hasn’t had his morning p*ss cereal yet.” Sirius laughed at his own joke, the other boys joining in as (Y/n) remained silent, oblivious to their banter, her thoughts still on the letter.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?” Remus asked suddenly, knocking the girl back to reality, as she looked up at him in confusion.

“What?” She asked, not having caught his exact words enough to formulate an answer. He frowned a little before repeating himself.

“I asked if you were alright.” He explained, before Peter chimed in.

“You haven’t said much since we left the common room.” (Y/n) paled, realizing she’d be caught, but tried to wave it off.

“Yeah, sorry. Just… thinking about Christmas.” Which wasn’t a lie. She was thinking about the holidays, though she doubted the boys had the same negative feelings towards the subject.

Thankfully, before any of the boys could respond, the group of five had finally made it to the Great Hall, and breakfast became the only thing on their minds.

“Food!” Peter cried out excitedly, as he made a mad dash for the table. His friends laughed at his enthusiasm, as they all sat down around him, quickly filling their plates, conversation beginning to flow steadily as they ate.

+ + +

“So is everyone all packed?” asked Remus, after a while, ever the responsible one. (Y/n) frowned again. In the joyful presence of her friends, the girl had almost forgotten about the letter. But, as Remus chastised James and Sirius for being unorganized and procrastinating, she felt the same empty feeling in her stomach, causing her to push her food away, her appetite gone.

“I’ve got some stuff to do…” (Y/n) mumbled out a poor excuse as she stood from the table. If she stayed any longer, she feared they’d pick up on her foul mood. (Y/n) really didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s Christmas. “I’ll see you guys.” And she was gone, out the grand double doors and up the staircase, ignoring her boys calling after her worriedly.

+ + +

“I wondered what was up with you this morning.” A voice suddenly spoke, pulling (Y/n)’s attention away from the fireplace that she’d been staring at intently since returning to the common room. She recognized Remus’s voice, so her gaze remained forward as he made himself comfortable on the couch beside her. “Thought it might have been nothing, just my imagination, perhaps. But, then I found this.” (Y/n)’s breath hitched as he held the letter she’d received that very morning in front of her nose. Where had he gotten that? She was about to open her mouth to respond, but the boy just continued on. “It fell from your pocket as you fled breakfast like you’re life depended on it.” (Y/n) looked away, not wanting to see the pity on his face. She didn’t need pity. It was just one week. It wasn’t like it was the end of the world. “(Y/n), why didn’t you tell us?” He asked, hurt clear in his tone that made the girl cringe. She didn’t want to upset him. She had just thought that not informing her friends of her dilemma would be for the best. She hadn’t ever considered that withholding the information would trouble them as well.

“I didn’t want to be a bother.” She answered, but Remus was quick to shake his head.

“You’re our friend. You could never be a bother.” But, (Y/n) still wouldn’t look at him.

“It’s not like it would make a difference. You’d all just feel sorry for me all break.” She tried to explain herself, but was once again cut off by the sandy haired boy.

“Well, as luck would have it, I received a rather unfortunate letter myself last night.” (Y/n) looked up at him this time, confusion written all over her face as she waited for him to elaborate. Remus grinned cheekily at her.

“Fancy spending Christmas at Hogwarts with your old pal Moony?”

+ + +

The days leading up to Christmas were a whirlwind for (Y/n). After both receiving rather disappointing letters from their families requiring them to spend the holiday at school, Remus seemed to have made it his mission to ensure the girl had fun.

When he’d met her in the Great Hall for breakfast the first day of break and asked what she wanted to spend it doing, Remus was practically floored when she mentioned she’d perhaps spend her free time studying. Now, Remus Lupin enjoyed school work as much as anyone, some might even argue that he enjoyed it more than a sane person should, but there was absolutely no way he was going to let (Y/n) spend her holiday drowning in theory books and extra credit assignments.

“It’s Christmas.” Remus said, dragging her from the castle, the two wrapped up in the warmest of their winter attire. “We are going to have fun.”

And they did. They built snow forts, baked cookies, danced around to the cheesiest of holiday tunes, (Remus even broke into the Muggle Studies room for a TV and some Christmas movies one night), and (Y/n) could safely say that this was, by far, the best holiday she’d ever had. And it was still only Christmas Eve…

“I think, you should stay in my room tonight.” Remus said thoughtfully, as (Y/n) sat on the floor of the common room in front of him, taping pretty colored paper on packages meant to be sent to James, Sirius, and Peter the following morning. She dropped the box with a loud thump at his words.

“Um…” Remus looked confused, as he tried to decipher his friend’s blush, before his eyes widened.

“I didn’t mean like- I just meant- so I can wake you up for presents- not like- well I-“ (Y/n) laughed at his sporadic explanation, her blush dying down as his only grew, and she reached over to pat his knee, comfortingly.

“It’s okay. I got what you meant.” She reassured, even though she really didn’t until he started rambling about presents. “Do you think Sirius will like this?” She asked, changing the subject, as she began wrapping up the final parcel, with the long-haired Gryffindor’s gift, an AC/DC record he’d been talking about since Thanksgiving. Remus nodded, moving to the floor next to her to hold the paper steady while she taped it.

“I’m sure he’ll love it, (Y/n).” He promised, earning himself a grin from the girl, as she finished and stacked it on top of the others. “Now… which one is mine?” He asked excitedly, receiving a smack on the chest in response, (Y/n) giggling at his antics.

“Nope. Not until tomorrow. Nice try though.” She said, discretely shoving the one she had wrapped earlier, when he was not around, under the Christmas tree beside her, before collecting the other three in her arms. “C’mon. I have to drop these off at the owlery and I don’t trust you not to peek if I leave you here alone.” Remus laughed at her, before nodding his agreement, grabbing the heavier of the boxes from (Y/n), as the two headed off through the portrait hole.

+ + +

“(Y/n)! Wake up! Wake up!” Remus’s excited voice awoke the girl from her sleep, where she’d spent the night cuddled up on the sandy haired boy’s bed, as she refused the other three options, seeing as how the boys didn’t see fit to even make their beds before leaving for home. Remus had politely offered to borrow Sirius’s bed, but it seemed the polite attitude went out the window at the promise of gifts waiting for them just downstairs.

“Go away…” she mumbled, cuddling closer into the pillow that smelled oddly of chocolate, though she wasn’t too concerned. So did Remus most days. But the werewolf wasn’t having it.

“C’mon, (Y/n), please!” He whined, causing the girl to roll her eyes, but inevitably comply. She just couldn’t say no to Remus’s puppy dog eyes.

“Fine…” She mumbled and Remus took that as the go ahead, pulling her from the blankets and dragging her down the stairs to see that there was, in fact, a small collection of gifts underneath the tree, making Remus even more giddy. (Y/n) smiled fondly at him, as she plopped down on an armchair, and he started sorting through the packages.

+ + +

“This last one’s for you.” He said, holding out the small box, to the girl, who had migrated from her seat to the floor about halfway into their unwrapping endeavors. She frowned not seeing a card or anything to decipher it’s origin.

“I wonder who it’s from.” She mumbled, pulling apart the paper. Remus coughed awkwardly, a light pink tint appearing on his cheeks as he admitted.

“It’s from me actually.” She smiled at him, about to thank the boy beside her for whatever it was, when she took in, for the first time, the sparkly contents of the box.

“Oh, Remus…” She didn’t know what to say as she held the necklace in front of her, watching it glitter in the sunlight, creeping through the windows, as the sandy-haired boy stared at her in anticipation. “You didn’t…”

“Do you like it?” He asked nervously, knocking (Y/n) from her awed thoughts as she smiled at him.

“It’s beautiful. Remus. Can you…” She gestured to the necklace and he nodded, moving her hair out of the way to clasp the jewelry around her neck.

“There.” He said, watching her fiddle with the charm in wonderment, before she turned to look at him again.

“You didn’t need to do this.” She explained, but Remus just shook his head.

“I wanted to.” He said. He paused, but it seemed like he had more to say. When he finally did, (Y/n) thought she hadn’t heard him right.

“What?” He laughed a little, though she could practically feel the nervous energy coming off him in waves, as he repeated himself.

“I wanted to, (Y/n), because I like you. I have for a while now, actually.” (Y/n) stared at him, no words coming from her mouth, as she took in his disclosure.

Remus had feelings for her? Remus Lupin? Her friend Remus Lupin? She couldn’t even believe it. Of course, she felt the same way. It was Remus. Everything about the sandy-haired werewolf was beyond perfect. And, though she had never admitted it aloud, she’d always had a little crush on her nerdy friend. He*l, it was hard not to.

“(Y/n)? Say something, please. I’m sweating over here.” She tilted her head in confusion.

“Since when?” Remus actually laughed out loud at her response, though there was something sad about his chuckle. Like, underneath it, he was accepting defeat.

“I pour my heart out to you, and that’s your response?” He asked, prompting (Y/n) to shake her head aggressively, as she realized how that had sounded.

“No! No I didn’t mean- I mean- that’s not what I-“

And suddenly (Y/n) was interrupted, a rare boldness having taken over her werewolf friend, as he leaned over and kissed her. When the shock wore off, (Y/n)’s hands ran up the front of his chest and wrapped around his neck, fingers combing through his hair, as Remus’s remained respectfully and stationary on her waist.

When they inevitably came up for air, neither wanted to let go just yet, so they remained, foreheads resting against each other, noses brushing a little.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) said, causing Remus to chuckle at her.

“Did you just thank me for kissing you?” He asked.

“No.” (Y/n) laughed. “No. For all this.” She pulled away a little a gestured around her. “Christmas would’ve been lousy without you.” Remus grinned cheekily.

“Yeah?” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get smug.” But he played innocent.

“Who said I was?” He asked jokingly, before turning a little more serious. “But, really, don’t thank me. This was the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.” It was (Y/n)’s turn to smirk.

“Yeah?” She asked, earning a disapproving glance of her own.

“Now look who’s smug.” But he wasn’t annoyed. Not in the slightest.

“Just shut up and kiss me again.” And Remus didn’t need more persuading than that, his hands pulling her closer to him, their lips connected, all their pent up feelings now out in the open, as they spent Christmas day wrapped up in each other.

+ + +

Miles and miles away, at their own homes, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew received the most wonderful of gifts from their friends…

And the oddest of Christmas cards; wishing them the best for the holiday season, complete with a moving picture of Remus Lupin and (Y/n) (Y/l/n), in matching reindeer onesies, dancing around in a pile of wrapping paper in the Gryffindor Common Room.

“D*mmit, Prongs. That looks fun. Why didn’t we stay at Hogwarts for Christmas?”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Too Kind

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Avengers x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 3,950ish

Summary: You’re smart just like your father, Tony Stark. But too kind for your own good.

Notes: This was a requested one, but it was also one of the ones that got deleted. I hope that whoever requested this enjoys it. (REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN. CLICK/PRESS HERE FOR GUIDELINES.)

You’ve always been told that your mother was the nicest woman on the planet. And that you were very much like her in that way. Unfortunately, your mother died during childbirth leaving you with your father, Tony Stark. You definitely got his brains, but you were definitely not as loud and rambunctious as him.

When you first met the Avengers, they were surprised that you were Tony’s daughter. In their eyes, you were too nice, too forgiving. You hated violence, but you understood why your father and the other Avengers did what they did. None of what made you you was a bad thing. It’s just, the Avengers were afraid that one day you’d get deeply hurt by your kind and forgiving nature. They couldn’t stand to see you sad so they did whatever they could to protect you. But they knew, that the one that would end up hurting you the most was Tony.

Not that he was a bad father, he just was blind to how his actions affected people. Especially you, his daughter. Tony would spend a lot of time in his lab or away on missions. He did try to make sure a night was set aside every week for just the two of you, but that slowly faded away once Peter Parker came into the picture. The Avengers saw what was happening and felt extremely sorry for you. They would always try to get you to talk about it, but you would always give him an excuse though and never talk unkind about him. This made the Avengers hearts break but also made them love you more. You were a better person than they would ever be.

One morning, you were having breakfast in the common kitchen of the Avengers Tower. Steve was brewing coffee while Sam was making waffles, bacon, and eggs, and Natasha was cutting fruit. Tony drudged in after a long night in the lab, going straight for the coffee.

“Good morning, dad!” You greeted with a large smile on your face.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Tony greeted in return, grabbing a cup of coffee before walking to press a kiss on your hair. “Have any plans today?” He moved to sit in the empty chair next to you.

“Just school and then a big science project I need to work on this afternoon.”

“Science project? That sounds interesting. Need any help?”

“You aren’t too busy to help?”

“I’m never too busy for you, sweetheart.” The other Avengers eyed each other, carefully watching the interaction. “Why don’t you come straight to the lab after school?”

“Really?”

“Really.” He leaned forward, kissing your cheek, before standing up. “I’ll see you after school.”

“Yeah, see ya then, dad.”

Tony smiled at you before heading back to the lab. The three Avengers in the kitchen with you moved to sit down at the table.

“That will be nice,” Natasha said, slowly. “When was the last time you worked on something in the lab with him?”

“Oh, a few months, I think,” you answered. “But he’s been busy, saving the world and helping Peter get his feet on the ground now that he’s an Avenger.”

“You know you don’t have to do that, Y/N,” Steve said.

“Do what?”

“Make excuses for him. He’s your father, he should spend more time with you than he does.”

“He spends time with me. It’s just that Peter doesn’t have a father in his life. Dad feels the need to step into that roll. It’s alright.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Y/N/N,” Sam said, shaking his head. “I don’t know how have been able to maintain such a positive attitude throughout everything.”

You just shrugged your shoulders. “It’s not that hard.”

“You know that if it gets too much for you, that we’re here for you right?” Natasha comforted. “Any of us would gladly put your father in his place.”

“I know that, Nat. But I don’t need any of you hurting each other. Thanks for the offer though.” You stood up, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and putting the dishes you used in the sink. “Thanks for breakfast guys! I’ll see you after school!” And then you were gone.

Steve sighed. “I’m worried,” he said. “She’ll break one day. He’ll do something to hurt her and I can’t bare to stand by and watch it.”

“We can’t do anything until she says,” Nat said. “If we do anything, she’ll be disappointed in us. All we can do right now it remind her that we’re here for her and watch carefully.”

~~~

School went slowly, with you constantly watching the time. All you wanted to do was go home and work in the lab with your dad. It had been longer than you’d like to admit since it was just you and Tony in the lab. When you got home, you swung by the kitchen for a snack before making your way to the lab. As you neared, you heard laughter coming from the room. You entered to see Tony and Peter working together on a new Spider-Man suit, laughing. Bruce was on the far end of the lab, minding his own business. You slowly came up to your dad and Peter.

“Hey, dad,” you greeted, smile on your face. “Hey, Pete.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” your dad turned around. “Spidey here ruined his suit during lunch today, so we’re just fixing it up. Mind if you wait a little before we start on your project?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce called, having heard the conversation. “I can help you if you’d like.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay Bruce,” you shook your head. “I can wait. I’ll just be up in my room until you need me, okay dad?” But Tony wasn’t listening, he was back to work with Peter. “Dad?”

“Huh?” Tony hummed, not moving to look at you.

“Just have FRIDAY tell me when you’re ready.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.”

You smiled kindly at Bruce before heading to your room. Bruce sighed as he watched you leave. He knew you had hope that Tony would call you down tonight, but this hadn’t been the first interaction like this that he had witnessed. It hurt him to see you seemly so naive to what was happening to you.

You never did get called down to the lab. But instead of hiding out in your bedroom to do homework all night, you eventually moved out into the common area. Nat, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey, Bucky, and Bruce were all already out there, putting together dinner. Bruce had already told them what he had witnessed in the lab and they all already had to stop Bucky from barging down there and giving Tony a piece of his mind. They all smiled though, at you as you walked to the table and set your things down.

“How was school today, Y/N?” Rhodey asked.

“It was school,” you answered with a shrug of your shoulders. “Not too terrible, but also not too amazing.”

“Anything we can do to help you with your homework?” Steve asked.

“No,” you shook your head. “I just came out because I didn’t want to be alone while I worked.”

They all eyed each other and silently promised each other that they wouldn’t let anything ruin your night. They all pitched in to help you with your homework, even though you never asked. All of you worked together to make dinner, laughing and dancing around the kitchen. It was a night to remember. You fell asleep at the table, head fallen into a textbook. Bucky gently took you in his arms and tucked you in for the night. Wishing you sweet dreams with a kiss to your forehead.

You woke up and did your routine like any other day. This time was a little different though, both Peter and Tony were at the table eating breakfast before you.

“Good morning,” you said with a smile.

“Good morning,” Peter replied.

“Did you spend the night Pete?”

“Yeah, by the time Mr. Stark and I were finished, it was too late.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, grabbing a yogurt and a throw-a-way spoon. “Did you get everything fixed?”

“We did,” Tony answered. “Even started designs for a new suit for him.”

“Oh… I’m glad you two got some work done. I’ll see you guys after school.”

“Have a great day, honey!” Tony shouted as you entered the elevator.

~~~

School was the same as the day before, only this time you were coming home with an award for first place in your classes science fair. You were so excited to share the news with your dad. You went straight to the lab to show him.

“Hey, Dad!” You excitedly greeted as you rushed in. “Look what I—“

“Can’t talk right now, sweetheart,” Tony interrupted, heading to his waiting suit. “Peter’s in trouble. I’ll talk to you later though.”

You couldn’t get another word in before he was gone. You waited to move until you couldn’t hear or see hie suit anymore before you went to the common area. Bucky, Vision, and Wanda were in there, sitting around the room.

“Hey, Little Stark!” Bucky said when he sensed you. “How was school? Did your project go well?”

“It did,” you nodded, pulling out the award. “I got first place.”

“You did?” Bucky jumped up to see the award. “Congrats!” He spun you around, causing you to laugh.

“Thank you, Buck.”

“We have to celebrate!”

“Have you showed your father?” Vision asked. “I’m sure Mr. Stark would be so proud.”

“I tried,” you said. “But apparently something happened with Peter that he had to hurry and get to him.” You could see the looks of disappointment with a hint of anger they were giving you. “But that’s okay. I’ll just tell him when he’s back.”

~~~

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to see your dad for the rest of the day or before you left for school the next morning. It did disappoint you a little, that he seemed to be so busy as of late, but you also understood that the things he did were important. You were sitting in your math class, waiting for it to start, when the windows shattered and five people dressed in black from head to toe came bursting in. The classmates around you screamed while you jumped in shock.

“Nobody move!” One of the five shouted, a man’s voice. Each of them were holding up guns. “Stay where you are and nobody move!” You and your classmates froze in your spots. “Very good. Now, those of you standing, get in a seat.”

Your classmates quickly did as they were instructed. You kept your backpack that was resting in your lap close. Your father and the other Avengers, had you carry a bracelet in your bag in case of emergencies. Once you put it on, it would activate a signal for help and would form a Iron Man gauntlet onto your hand for protect. You kept your head down as the five people moved to surround the room on all sides.

“We’re looking for Spider-Man!” Another one yelled, again a man’s voice. “We’ve seen him come and go from this building. If any of you know who he really is, better fess up before it’s too late.”

You could feel the eyes of your classmates on you. They all knew whose child you were and who you considered family. So of course they would look at you for that answer. As carefully and quietly as you could, you slipped your hand into your bag and grabbed the bracelet.

“If any of you know the truth about Spider-Man’s identity,” a woman’s voice shouted. “Fess up now or one of your classmates are going to get what’s coming to them.”

You tensed at the sound of all of their guns cocking. You hated violence, but you weren’t about to let any of your classmates get hurt if you had any say. You took a deep breath before slowly standing up from your seat. Suddenly, all eyes and guns were on you.

“I-I-I know…” You shakily said. “I know who he is… I can take you to him.”

“You’re Stark’s kid,” a fourth voice snarled. “She would know who Spider-Man is. She lives at the Tower with the other heroes.”

“Come here, then,” the first man ordered, seemly the one in charge.

You slowly walked towards him, slipping the bracelet fully onto your wrist. You tried hard not to breathe a sigh of relief when the bracelet fully conformed to your wrist and slowly began forming over your hand. You knew that the Avengers would be here soon.

“I know what class he should be in,” you said, quietly.

“Then take us to him,” the first man growled.

You nodded, turning to head towards the door. But before you fully turned, you lifted your hand and used the gauntlet to take out the two people in the back.

“Foolish girl!” The man shouted.

He aimed his gun at you, but you dodged the bullet. All of your classmates took cover under their desks as a fight began. Another one came up began you, shooting at you. The bullet graze your right side. Causing you to scream out in pain. But you kept going. You quickly took out your shooter before taking out another one of the attackers. Leaving just the main guy. You help up your gauntlet covered hand as he held up his gun. You could faintly hear the emergency vehicles coming closer.

“You stupid girl,” the man snarled. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I would do anything to protect another’s life,” you said. “That’s how I was raised.”

“Too bad no one will be able to save yours.”

~~~

The Avengers were all in various places around the Tower, going about their own business when FRIDAY sounded the alarm.

“Miss Stark has used her panic bracelet,” FRIDAY announced to them. “She is currently at the school.”

All of the Avengers rushed to suit up.

“Where’s Tony?” Bruce asked, planning on waiting behind until he was deemed needed.

“He hasn’t been seen since yesterday,” Steve answered. “I’m sure that FRIDAY has told him and he’ll meet us there.”

~~~

The man finished his words and two shots were heard. Both the man and yourself falling to the floor. As you fell, you could faintly see Bucky outside the window, sniper riffle in hand. You looked down to see yourself bleeding from the center of your chest and the side where the bullet grazed. Breathing had become difficult. You heard someone running and jumping into the window.

“No, no, no, no,” Bucky rushed, kneeling beside you. “Doll, stay with me.” His metal hand came to press on your wound as his other went to the comm piece in his ear. “I need emergency medical services on the East side. Y/N’s been shot.”

“Bucky…” you rasped, black dots slowly filling your vision.

“Sshh… save your breath, doll. You’re going to be fine.”

“Oh my gosh!” Steve exclaimed, him and Natasha running into the room. They knelt on the other side.

“D-dad…?” You croaked. “W-here’s my d-dad?”

“He’s on his way, sweetie,” Nat said, trying to comfort you.

“T-tell him-m… that I-I’m sorry… I tried… an-and that I for-forgive him…” You barely got all that out before your world went black.

The EMTs arrived almost right after you fell unconscious. The team struggled to stand by and watch them rush you away in an ambulance. They quickly followed behind, arriving at the hospital right after you. You were immediately rushed into surgery and the team was forced to wait in the waiting room. Bucky and Steve were pacing; Vision was floating; Wanda was sitting in a corner, trying to block out everyone’s racing thoughts; Natasha was sitting in a chair, leaning forward with her hands clasped in front of her; Sam was leaning back, arms crossed and foot tapping; and Rhodey and Bruce were trying to get a hold of Tony. They had been there a little more than an hour when Tony and Peter rushed into the waiting room.

“Where is she?” Tony asked, clearly out of breath. “Where’s my daughter?”

“You would know if you answered the emergency alert that was sent out!” Bucky shouted.

“We were a bit busy trying to find these guys and were threatening Peter!”

“You mean the same guys that broke into the school and threatened Y/N’s class?” Steve growled.

“What?” Tony shook his head. “No. They… They… oh my—”

“And you were too busy to come to your own daughter’s rescue?!” Steve continued. “But, why is that a surprise,” Steve chuckled darkly. “You’re always too busy for her.”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking, Rogers. Be very careful.”

“But it’s true!” Bucky yelled. “Time and time again she’s tried to spend time with you, but you push her aside. Either for a mission or for him!” Bucky pointed at Peter, who immediately looked like he wanted to disappear.

“That’s not true!” Tony retorted. “I spend plenty of—“

“It is true, Tony!” Nat yelled, coming up to face the man. “Just in the past two days, you’ve ignored you twice to spend time with Peter. No offensive, Peter. This really isn’t your fault.”

“Did you know that she got first prize in her science class for the project that you didn’t end up helping her on?” Bucky questioned your father.

“I told her that I’d help her after—“

“After you were finished with me,” Peter interrupted Tony. Everyone turned to look at the poor teenager, who was feeling incredibly guilty. “But we never finished. Or even asked her to stay.”

Tony got quiet, immediately searching in his memories for the events of the past few days. And, unfortunately, his teammates were right. He searched his memories back farther, realizing that it made been months since he’d spent any alone time with his own daughter. Tears pricked his eyes.

“What have I done?” He quietly asked, turning the attention on himself. “What have I done?” He ran his hands through his hair, feeling a panic attack coming on. Tony backed up into the wall. “She’ll never forgive me… I’ll never forgive myself… she’ll die not knowing how much I care for her…”

“Tony, Tony,” Rhodey quickly came up to his spiraling friend. “We can’t think like that. Yes, we haven’t heard anything. But Y/N is not going to die.”

“And she’ll forgive you,” Bucky said. “For whatever reason… her last words before she— she wanted you to know that she was sorry and that she forgave you.”

“She was sorry?” Tony repeated. “How—why?”

“She felt like she didn’t try hard enough for you,” Nat answered.

“What? How could she feel that way? And… and how could see forgive me?”

“She was always forgive you,” Bruce replied. “For everything. She always gave you a reason.”

“I’m a terrible father.”

“Damn right you are,” Bucky agreed.

“Bucky,” Nat scolded.

“No, no, Barnes is right,” Tony said, hanging his head. “And if she doesn’t make it… I’ll never get to make it up to her…”

~~~

It was a long and tormenting wait. They were all constantly moving, constantly changing positions. It was scary, not having heard anything after seven hours of you being back there. They were really starting to fear the worst. By the time the tenth hour came, most of them were prepared for the worst when the doctor come out and called for your family. They all rushed up though, Tony in front.

“Surgery was rough,” the doctor started. “She flatlined a few times. We won’t know the full extent of any lasting effects until she wakes. She’s currently in the ICU. We’ve put her in the most secluded area of the ICU so that you all can come back.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Tony said.

“Why don’t we all go back to the Tower and change, bring food back, so that Tony can have some time with Y/N?” Natasha suggested.

The team all nodded in agreement. They left Tony will reassuring smiles and pats as they went to leave. The doctor walked Tony to your room, where he became frozen at the door. His heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of you hooked up to wires and tubes breathing for you. He didn’t try to stop the tears that began to trickle down his cheeks as he took in your body. He’d never seen you, or anyone else, look so fragile. It was clear that you had lost a lot of blood and that the surgery took just as much of a toll on your body as the bullet wounds had. Slowly, his heavy feet made their way to your bedside, pulling the chair up with him. Tony plopped into the chair, immediately grasping your hand in both of his. He held his head to the hands, crying into them.

“I promise that I’ll do better,” he cried. “Be better… for you… you deserve a better father than me… and, from now on, I promise to be the father you deserve…”

He stayed by your side, for days. With the other members of the team switching off to be there for you as well. A week after surgery, the doctor gave the go ahead to take the breathing tube out of your mouth. It was now completely up to you and your body as to when you would wake up. At this time, none of the team members left the hospital. They all wanted to be there when you woke. It was other two days before you flinched. They all were immediately on edge, watching for more movements. Your eyes fluttered next, clearly taking a while to adjust to the bright hospital lights. Tony stood, so that he could be the first one you saw.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiled, a teary, tired smile, as your eyes met his.

“D-dad…” you rasped. “I—“

“No need for that,” he shook his head. “You need to rest some more.”

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted as him, Steve, and Sam walked up to the other side. The other team members quickly surrounded the bed. “You gave us quite the scare.”

“Never do that again,” Tony pled, holding a kiss to your forehead. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, letting a tear fall onto your face. “I am so sorry.”

“Let’s give them some space,” Wanda said quietly. “It’s good to have you back with us.” The team went to wait just outside the room, leaving the father-daughter you alone.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for the way I’ve been treating you, Y/N,” Tony cried. “I don’t know how you could ever forgive me.”

“Be-because… I… love you… as a daught-ter should love… her father… unconditionally…”

“You’re too good for me. Too good for this world. I love you, honey. So, so much.”

You gave your father the best smile you could. “Start over?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “And, first things first, I’m taking all time off so that I can just focus on you and your recovery. Show you that I mean it.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “You just can’t go polar opposite, helicopter parent. Okay? I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle that.”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

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0. i hate her

pairing: peter b. parker x fem! reader

synopsis: in which y/n hates everything about peter parker, especially the way she can’t really hate him

↳ loosely based on the movie with the same title

warnings: cursing, fluff, a generous amount of angst, peter's an asshole, y/n's an asshole, familial death, incarceration. i don't know if there's more.

chapter warnings: cursing, starts off slow, flash.

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The brisk air of the changing seasons accompanied Peter as he made his way to the school entrance from the train stop. His headphones sat snuggly inside his ears, playing a song that made the usually lonely journey to school less so. Ned didn’t take the same route as he did, so he had no one to talk to or make the trek to school less boring. He didn’t mind it; it gave him time to think and even finish school work. Still, sometimes he wanted someone by his side so he could discuss whatever was on his mind that day or ask questions whenever an assignment didn’t make sense.

The long ride to the school did give him time to people watch. There were times when he would deduce who could be a possible threat. Other times, he would simply look at people and try to figure out their stories without actually talking to them. The old lady who brought her cat onto the subway had severe separation anxiety caused by her estranged son. The man with exhausted eyes who looked like he was on the brink of passing out on his seat had a newborn daughter at home. And Peter was just trying to get to school, along with the other teenager on the subway. He didn’t talk to him, they were on entirely different wavelengths, but there was an understanding between the two of them. Whenever they saw each other, they would nod their heads in greeting. They would always sit one seat away from one another, and if the other was running late, they would wait.

He made his way up the stairs and towards the school, turning up the volume as a way to tune out the sounds of high school that he hated. The cheery rhymes that left the sounds of the cheerleaders to the arguing of students over who was right; he hated them before the bite, and he especially despised them now that he had hypersensitive hearing. Sighing in annoyance, he looked both ways before crossing the street only to rush forward as a car came barreling down the road.

“I swear to god, Y/N!” he heard her sister, Juliette, shriek, “we almost killed him!”

“But we didn’t. If you’re going to complain about my driving, then you can take the bus, Jules,”

“You almost killed someone!” Peter heard her exclaim. He could feel the way Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It’s only Peter,” she stated, making eye contact with him through the rearview as she let students pass, “who cares if he gets slightly scuffled?”

“You have literal issues,” Julie gasped. The car sped down the road, leaving Peter alone with a slightly elevated heart rate and irritation laced in his bones. It was the first day of school, and he nearly got run over. And by his ex-best friend turned enemy at that. He couldn’t wait to complain to Ned.

Their dynamic had changed, and Peter blamed her. They became friends because of Y/N’s grandmother and May in kindergarten. They were two birds of a feather until halfway towards seventh grade when Y/N became snippy and ruined what Peter thought was their perfect friendship. They drifted apart, and he blamed her for it breaking apart. He watched as she became someone he didn’t know anymore and left him behind. He just didn’t think it was fair for her to act self-righteous when she ruined their relationship.

“You okay, Pete?” Ned questioned as he fell into step with Peter, who was fuming with irritation.

“Yeah, just almost got run over by Midtown’s resident ice bitch,” he gritted. Ned nodded in response. He was friends with both Peter and Y/N once upon a time. Still, after everything she had put them through and the abrupt way she ended their friendship, he sided with Peter and subsequently lost a friend. He figured it was for the best. He wasn’t as resentful as Peter was—his friendship with Y/N hadn’t been built in kindergarten—but he still didn’t appreciate her actions.

“Oh,” he nodded in understanding, “are you okay at least?”

“Yeah, but it did sorta ruin my mood,” Peter confessed. He was having a pretty good morning until his reflexes were put to the test. He woke up on the right side of the bed and had time to eat breakfast with May before she went to work. The walk towards the subway station was nice; he said hi to everyone he usually greeted and even got a muffin from the lady with the three-year-old daughter. Then the subway wasn’t as busy as it usually was, so he wasn’t squashed next to the man with the foul body odor and could actually sit down. All of that happiness came crashing down the second he saw her in her car, looking unapologetic for nearly killing him and then dismissing her sister for chastising her.

“Well, get happy, my arachnid friend, because I heard some exciting news,” Ned smiled, poking him on the arm as they walked to their first class.

“What?”

“You’re top of our class, which means you’re a shoo-in for valedictorian,” Ned said excitedly. Peter grinned at that. All of his hard work would finally be noticed and celebrated. He had been working on greeting his class for four years, doing extracurriculars, and taking on extra projects for grade boosts. Sometimes he even stayed after school to help his teachers grade papers or help the librarian sort the books back into their respective spots on the shelves. It would all be worth it in the end after he finally reached the goal he had set for himself his freshman year.

There was a snag in his plans. While he may have been top of his class, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be pushed from his place. Y/N Y/L/N was the smartest girl at Midtown. She was everything he wasn’t. She was popular—if the excessive amounts of clubs she was part of were any indication. She was social—everyone talked about the interactions they had with Midtown’s princess. She was everywhere, and nothing Peter was. She was the head of the planning committee, and everyone knew that any school party planned by Y/N Y/L/N never disappointed. Peter couldn’t compete. He found peace in knowing that he was slightly better than her at academics.

The two continued walking in silence, content with the atmosphere they had created after finding out that Peter would finally have something go his way for once. He figured it was the least the universe could do for him. He had lost both parents before he could make memories with them, then he lost his best friend, and then he got bitten by a spider that changed his life; for better or for worse, he didn’t know. Being valedictorian wouldn’t take away the hurt the world inflicted on him, but it would make him feel somewhat better.

With a skip in his step, he walked into class with a grin so large, he didn’t think anything could bring him down. Of course, he thought wrong. His English teacher had to make a day he felt he could turn around into one he wished would end faster.

“It’s about time you all had a project—the topic of discussion, poetry. You will be partnered up and tasked with reading and creating your own poems by the end of the month,” she paused, waiting for her class to stop looking at one another and whispering amongst themselves, “I’ve already chosen your partners, so it would do you all some good to stop getting your hopes up and listen.”

With that, the high schoolers shifted in their seats and gave their attention back to their teacher. She was good at pairing up students who were cordial with one another and worked well together. Friendships usually sparked from her partnering, sometimes even relationships. So Peter, and the rest of the class, weren’t as annoyed as they wanted to be. They knew she wouldn’t let them down. Peter waited eagerly as she listed off students who would be working together. He hoped he got paired up with someone who matched his work ethic or someone he got along with.

“Peter Parker, you will be with Y/N Y/L/N,” and just like that, he hated English class and lost all faith in his teacher. He looked across the room to where the said girl was seated. She was writing in her planner—Peter was sure she was planning Ms. Ingrid’s death—but she looked up when her name was called. She turned her head and met Peter’s eyes, unamused and bored. She shook her head and looked at her planner once again. Peter took that as a sign to do the same and focus on anything other than his rising anger.

Peter watched as everyone moved to meet their partners, many of them happily talking to one another. He was stubborn. He decided that if she wasn’t going to make an effort to push aside whatever hatred she had towards him and talk to him for the sake of their grades, he wasn’t going to. He was going to sit in his seat and read a poem from the packet his teacher had handed out. Just because he had a lousy partner didn’t mean his grade had to suffer. He would complete the project by himself if he had to.

“Mister Parker, last I checked, you were to be working with Miss Y/L/N,” Miss Ingrid quipped as she walked to Peter’s desk with a teasing smile.

“Actually, Miss, I was hoping I could talk to you about that?” He asked. He liked Miss Ingrid. She was understanding and compassionate, and she didn’t talk down to her students as if they were children.

“Something wrong, Peter?” she asked, concerned. Peter felt bad. He knew he was petty, and his favorite teacher didn’t need to be pulled down to his level. But he couldn’t bring himself to work with someone who didn’t want to work with him. That usually meant he was left to do the work by himself and watch the other person still get credit. It infuriated him so much he would rather do the project himself from the start.

“Yeah, um, I can’t work with Y/N,” he muttered, smiling at her with an embarrassed smile. Peter admitted it sounded stupid and childish when said aloud, but he had his reasons.

“And, pray tell, Peter, why not?”

“I just don’t think we would work well together,” he confessed. Seeing the look on her face, Peter was quick to defend himself more, “and I just don’t want to do the work for someone else and have them get credit for doing nothing. So, if it’s alright with you, Miss Ingrid, I would like to work on this on my own.” He was practically begging. Hoping she would agree.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but this is a partner project. To lessen the workload,” she sighed, “besides, I don’t think you have anything to worry about with Y/N; she’s very good at doing her share.” She stood up with those final words and tapped the table before standing up and sending him a smile. He sighed, putting his head down and looking at his desk in annoyance. He looked up when a book landed on his desk. Closing his eyes to keep himself from exploding at whoever shattered his tranquility, he was met with eyes he used to find joy looking into. Now, he never wanted to look into them ever again.

“We’re partners. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, but we have to do it otherwise, our grades will plummet, and you can’t afford that if you want to be valedictorian. So, we’re going to push our difference aside for this one project and do it, so we never have to talk to again,” she said curtly.

That left no room for argument, which caused Peter to nod his head in agreement. She was right; he couldn’t afford to lose the one thing he was looking forward to being. Sighing deeply, he motioned for her to sit down and opened the book she threw on his desk. She took a seat beside him and opened another poetry book, focusing on the words written on the paper and trying to plan their poem out. They had to get a good grade; she didn’t want him to blame her for something else.

Despite his annoyance and hatred towards her, he couldn’t help but glance up from the book he was reading. Of course, he had seen her around, it was hard to ignore one of the most known girls in the school, but he had never taken the time to admire her. His anger and betrayal kept him from doing so. She still had the same gleeful look in her eyes and the confident aura around her. Time had done her well. She had lost her kidlike features, and it was evident that she had matured. He would be a liar if he said she wasn’t pretty, and even that didn’t truly justify it.

When the bell signaled the end of class, Peter quickly grabbed his belongings and left the classroom. He didn’t stop to wait for anyone, much less Y/N. Their only interactions would be in the English room, a controlled space where she couldn’t kill him for so much as breathing in her direction. Walking towards his locker, he heard the noises of people as they navigated the busy halls of the school. Stopping at his locker with a sigh, he leaned his head on the cool metal. The day had been long, and he shrill had six other classes to go to.

A tap on his shoulder made him pick up his head. Y/N stood in front of him, bouncing on her feet as she played with her fingers.

“You left before I could ask when you can meet up. The faster we get this done, the faster we can stop being around one another,” she quipped. “I’m free on Friday after school.”

“I’m not. I have the Stark internship,”

She rolled her eyes at his response, “okay and? We need to get this done so we can go back to never speaking to each other. I’m sure Tony Stark will understand that you need to take one day off to do a school project.”

“Not happening. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re not worth losing the internship over,” he jibed. He missed the look of hurt that flashed on her face. She shook her head and scoffed.

“Well, we need to get this done. Either we work on this stupid project on Friday, or we’re both failing,” she reminded before walking away. Peter groaned and banged his head on the now open door. He ignored the looks he got from his locker neighbors and kept his head buried in the empty space. Friday’s were the days he went into the Avenger’s compound and actively worked in the lab with Tony after he finished his Spider-Man duties; the last thing he wanted to do was infect the compound with her hatred and bad vibes.

He didn’t want to invite her, but he had been working on something with Tony for the past two weeks that he needed to finish. He figured he could get some work done while someone gave her a tour around the facility—probably Steve. He was easy to convince—then he would work on the English project with her and beg father time to go faster. She was right; the quicker they finished their work, the faster he could go back to hating her. With another groan, he picked up his head and closed his locker, rushing after Y/N and grabbing her by the wrist when he caught her before she slipped into her next class.

“Friday. We’ll meet after school in the parking lot and go to the Avenger’s facility. You can drive, right?” she nodded and pulled her hand out of his grip, glaring at him.

“Don’t ever grab me like that again,” she sneered, “but fine, whatever. I have to drop Jules off at home first though, is that gonna be a problem, Peter?” He knew she wasn’t asking him.

“No, whatever,” she nodded curtly and walked in, not sparing him a glance. He shook his head and walked away. Anger seeped into his bones, and annoyance clouded his head. The following weeks were going to be torture. He just knew. There was nothing worse than being forced to work with someone the person despised.

“Hey, Penis Parker!” there are worse things, apparently. He breathed out through his nose and turned around, meeting his eyes. He knew if he ignored Flash, he wouldn’t give up. He was relentless, and his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“What, Flash?” he ground out. Flash skidded to a stop beside him with a sick smile on his face.

“I heard from a little birdie that you were partnered up with Midtwon’s resident Princess,” he started.

“Yeah, so?” he questioned. He wanted out of the conversation as soon as possible. He didn’t want to talk to his bully about his enemy. That didn’t sound like a fun Tuesday.

“So, you can help me,”

“One, why would I help you with anything?” he questioned, “and two, I’m going to regret asking, but what could I possibly help you with?”

“Because I have something you might like, and you’re going to help me get Jules Y/L/N to go to the Fall Dance with me,” Peter paused in his step and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Okay, so what does that have to do with me being partners with Y/N? Can’t you just ask Jules?”

Flash snorted, “you’re an idiot, Parker. You don’t just ask the Jules Y/L/N out, okay? Everyone knows that Y/N tells her every negative thing about the guys at Midtown to keep her uninterested and that they’re always together.” He stated.

“I’m still not sure where I fall into this or what you could possibly offer me in return,”

“I’m glad you asked,” Peter rolled his eyes but continued listening, “if you can get Y/N to, I don’t know, fall in love with you so she eases off her ‘I hate the men at Midtown’ rhetoric, then I can swoop in and take Jules to the dance without a hitch.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Two hundred bucks does wonders for the poor, no?” Flash snarked.

“Three hundred, and you’ve got yourself a deal, Eugene,” Peter smirked. Flash blinked in anger but nodded his head anyway, reaching his hand out and shaking it. Flash walked away and left Peter in the empty hallway, rethinking everything he had agreed to. It was cruel and harsh. Sure, Y/N had stopped being his friend and became a bitch towards him, but he would be playing with someone’s feelings. Then again, three hundred dollars could help May with the bills, and it would be retribution for all the shit Y/N had put him through.

He was going to do it, and he wouldn’t allow himself to feel guilty for it. Because it was her, and she deserved to feel some of the pain she had put him through.

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Ahh I've always wanted to send a prompt. How about “Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you.” with some sleep intimacy. Can I just say I love you and your writing.

~Notes: 😭😭 OH KY GOD SUGAR!!! You are so beyond adorable! I love you to pieces! And I do not deserve such kindness💜😘😘 So I at first read this as sleek Becs i am an idiot... so honestly this is 4700 words of pure smut😳😌😌 but uts early morning so it’s stilly sleepy intimacy kvdjhj Thank you for the prompt! But if smut isn’t your jam plz lmk and I’ll write you something else😣😣😘💜

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If asked to choose his favorite feature of Remus’s, Sirius reckons he’d have a difficult time with it, like to a ridiculous degree. It could easily be the dimple that shows up right on the apple of his cheek when he sports that glowing, reluctantly amused smile that only appears after Sirius or James have hexed a Slytherin prat right in front of him, and not even his Prefect sensibilities prove strong enough to scold them for it. Or maybe it’s the splatter of freckles that dance on the tops of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose right after summer hols, and he looks gloriously golden and it’s all Sirius can do not to kiss each one right in front of all the wizards congregated in nine and three quarters. Or maybe it’s simply the way he gnaws on his bottom lip whenever he’s thinking particularly hard on a subject— a habit usually reserved for potions lessons and when it’s a late night in the library and they’re both tucked away in a dark nook and Sirius has pushed Remus up against a bookshelf while stroking him in his trousers with intense precision. One corner of his mouth curled in challenge, dipping down to lick at that hollow on Remus’s long neck, tacitly reminding him that he best keep quiet lest Madam Pince has their heads on a couple of stakes she surely keeps beneath her desk for opportunities just like this.

Alright, if Sirius is being at all honest, it’s a frequently alternating list of all of Remus’s most splendid attributes, but at the moment, Sirius thinks there’s no question that in fact it’s Remus’s eyes that can ruin him with just a glance. His eyes that are a deep, vibrant green with flecks of amber that dance in their depths. Eyes that look like September, like the very start of their school term. Eyes that make Sirius think of the forest where Padfoot and Moony roam. Eyes that make Sirius think of fire lit common rooms and the taste of butterscotch on Remus’s lips, and such an overwhelming sensation of adoration that it could very well suffocate him if Sirius isn’t careful. It’s such a contrary color from the crisp and cool shades of emerald that accent the regality of 12 Grimmauld Place. Remus’s eyes are something warm and wonderful and where Sirius would gladly choose to get lost inside of for the next eon to come— Most especially if it’s a moment like this, with one of his hands knotted in Remus’s hair while the other one is busy thumbing small circles into his bare stomach. Where Remus is enthusiastically kissing Sirius back— fervent and famished and so fucking gorgeous— His arms loosely tangled around Sirius’s neck from where he’s lying beneath him, long legs bracketed on either side of Sirius’s narrow waist, and yeah, Sirius has always had three inches and two stone on Remus, but he often forgets that Remus’s lithe stature isn’t just for show— he’s got discrete strength beyond a normal wizard, and he chooses to fall under Sirius. Chooses Sirius who’s all hard edges and marble planes. He chooses Sirius simply on the merit that he’s him, and they’ve always been at least somewhat drawn to one another, even before either one of them really knew what it meant.

Sirius inwardly preens, presses more forcefully down against Remus and revels in the slight whimper Remus lets out just then, hands grappling Sirius’s broad shoulders just that bit tighter, keeping him close just that bit more desperately.

It’s remarkable.

The dormitory’s blessedly quiet this Saturday morning— James is off being a ponce on the quidditch field in preparations for their match against Slytherin in a couple weeks— the final one before they graduate and leave Hogwarts’ hallowed halls for the final time— And Peter had kindly buggered off after some not particularly well veiled threats waged by Sirius so he could get some alone time with his sodding boyfriend for Merlin’s sake. They have all morning to stay like this. Sirius can spend hours on end watching as the early light unspools in Remus’s hair— lacing into his curls and turning them a lovely tawny color— and he gets to revel in how Remus’s breath quickens every time Sirius bucks down and rubs their barely clad, already hard cocks against one another. And Sirius can whisper sweet nothings into Remus’s still sleep supple skin— sometimes filthy, and occasionally wicked, and always exultant— letting himself drown into the sounds that Remus moans out in turn, poetry if anyone were to ask him. And they don’t have to worry about nosey roommates or trying to keep quiet or staying inconspicuous from prying eyes that threaten to snatch this snapshot of bliss away from him.

If Sirius could stay in the slice of eternity for the rest of their days and beyond, he’d choose it every single time. And maybe that could be their future, their life after Hogwarts— far away from this looming war beginning to ravage their world as they know it, and divorced from the whispers of the Order that Dumbledore has created to fight against those barmy, blood crazed lunatics.

A future that’s normal and safe and glittering like the silvery film around their patronuses.

Remus would probably get a Muggle job, maybe in a University of some sort. Sirius always thought he’d make such a brilliant professor, make all the school kids mad with how he’s so brilliant and beautiful and compassionate. Sirius and James already know that they’ll both end up in the Ministry as Aurors, because of course that’s the job for a couple of dashing young lads such as themselves. He supposes by then Evans will have been convinced to stop the on again, off again nature of her relationship with dear Prongsie, but he knows that even if not she and Remus are as thick s thieves, she’ll never just let him get away from her friendship after graduation. So maybe she’ll come visit in their flat after her internship at St Mungo’s, and of course Pete is always terrified that if he doesn’t spend every waking minute with at least one of them that he’ll be forgotten, so he’d be there too. The five of them, bombastic and bright and babbling on a lazy weeknight with glasses of fire-whiskey and plates of take out and Remus perched securely into Sirius’s embrace, and everything being just as it should be. Something golden, something wonderful, something splendid.

But as he begins to nip at that point against Remus’s sharp collarbone that’s become his favorite through the duration of their nearly year and a half of dating, he wonders not for the first time if Remus has the same prospects— if he wants to spend countless mornings just like this and endless nights in a similar way, if he wants to pick up Sirius’s discarded socks and eat the dinners Sirius makes for them, if he wants to tumble so thoroughly with Sirius that they don’t even know where one begins and the other ends anymore. Sirius wonders if he wants any of that, or if Remus is planning to go back to Wales with his parents instead of taking up Sirius’s casually thrown around offers for him to stay in the London flat that Alphard had left Sirius along with the gold and the watch and all the expectations of doing better than the Black name has always meant.

And the possibility of that— the possibility of Remus not dreaming of the same forever as him— cuts Sirius to the quick, and he doesn’t let himself think about it, instead sits up on his forearms, so that he’s peering down at Remus now, and he cups the length of him over the cotton, squeezing to hear the melody of Remus’s gasp and grounds himself into the moment once more.

“You’re in a mood this morning,” Remus intones, more than a bit breathily while Sirius moves his hand to push beneath Remus’s pants from behind, cupping one of his cheeks for a good and proper squeeze.

“Mmm, careful, or else I’d think you don’t like this method of being woken up,” Sirius counters, feels himself preen at how Remus’s face dusts scarlet, though it doesn’t last long when Remus retaliates by tugging at his hair, beyond mulish looking at Sirius’s glee.

“You know, I do have to do some more research on that final paper for charms that Flitwick gave us,” he muses— the unrepentant tease.

“Are you sure of that,” Sirius asks, dipping back down to worry the skin of Remus’s earlobe between his teeth, while the pads of his fingers make a pedal soft trail to the cress of his arse, lighter than breath while he circles the small, tight entrance of him— just grazing around the hole with languid intent, occasionally dragging over the opening with a dry finger, never delving any deeper than that. And it gets it’s intended effect— namely, the balls of Remus’s heels pressing up against Sirius’s back, and him gasping out these guttural, maddening mewls as he tries to buck down, tries to finally get some penetration.

“Merlin, are you going to just tease me till those wankers get back, or will you finally fucking do something, Black.”

“I think I like keeping you on the edge, sweetheart.” Sirius retorts, punctuating the point with a small wiggle of the top of his pointer finger, the one now comfortably nestled inside of him.

“Absolute prat,” Remus fumes, though when he begins to try moving once more, Sirius stunts the action by lying his forearm against hiss lightly muscled stomach, pressing most of his weight there while he gives one final, goading push with his finger and drags his hand to instead rub against the expanse of Remus’s pale, thin thigh, wants to lap at the skin there but also doesn’t want Remus to win this little battle he’s waged— not yet at least.

“Well Maybe if you ask nicely?”

The twist of Remus’s features tells Sirius that he’s absolutely fuming, but also he won’t leave because he’s gagging for it just as much as him. “You’re the dog, if you don’t recall. Maybe I should make you beg to hump even my leg.”

“No need for such a wicked tongue, Moons,” Sirius sneers, hitches Remus’s legs higher on his waistline so that the head of his cock can graze at the concealed hole. “Just a please would suffice.”

Remus scoffs. “You’re mad.”

“I’m also very patient,” Sirius leers, begins thrusting only slightly, nudging at him and delighting in the flicker of emotions that flashes over Remus’s face— going from indignant to wanting to abashed and landing on a cool sort of resolve.

“Oi, if you’re all talk, I’m sure I can poke around in the library, see if Leon is still—“ The rest of Remus’s sentence is swallowed up by the frenzy of movement that clashes inharmoniously from one moment to the next. And suddenly Remus is lying flat on his front, with one of Sirius’s legs pressed unswervingly between his legs, an accioed bottle of lube in one of his hands while the other nearly tears Remus’s pants trying to drag them off.

“You’re such a little arse, Lupin.” He hisses, tossing the garnet to the side along with his own before he begins palming his prick with the Muggle lotion type substance Remus had brought along from after easter hols, when they had visited that brilliant little shop in Soho— and Sirius isn’t sure if he should be proud or simply smug at how it’s already emptied by half.

“You like how little my arse is, Black,” Remus retorts from where his head is now squeezed partially onto his pillow, punctuating the point with a small shake of his bum.

“Right, so that means I’d rather not think of the other plonkers who’ve seen it before I got my hands all over you,” Sirius snaps, not actually irritated— even if he hates the sight of Leon sodding Bennett more than anything else.

“It was just a joke,” Remus tells him, soft and sincere and away from that playful tone he was using from before.

“Yeah, you better have been,” Sirius says, but then dips down to kiss between Remus’s shoulder blades— to the left of where he’s got a hand spread across his back— just to assure him that he’s not actually upset.

“You’re brilliant you know. The best in every way, I hope you understand that,” Remus tells him, a bit quieter and a bit more reserved, in a voice that wavers only slightly with the nerves of the admission. “I’ve only ever been in love with you— And I know that it’s probably not the same, I know that you’ve had others and we’re only eighteen and—“

Sirius cuts him off with one single, quick smack against the width of his arse— an arse he can probably write a thousand sonnets and a million more odes about— and he returns to kneading at the muscle there. “Don’t be an idiot, Remus. You know I love you like mad, more than anything— you’re everything.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s good— Erm, I mean—“ Sirius can only see half of Remus’s face from this angle, and most of it is obscured by his curly fringe, but he can detect the pinkish flush feathering over his sharp cheekbone and the way he’s begun to gnaw on the end of his mouth, eyes half lit and hooded. And God, sometimes Sirius thinks that it’s the blind leading the blind with them as they dance along this precipice of the most precious thing either of them has ever held in their quivering grasps.

“Right convenient if you ask me,” Sirius says instead of something from the stream of soppy poetry he’s thinking about— the love sick lyrics dedicated to Remus and Remus alone. He doesn’t want to potentially fracture this single understanding that they’ve finally revealed to one another. Rather, Sirius scrapes another chunk of the slick, Muggle substance into his hand and cloaks himself completely before taking a bit of it against Remus’s arsehole, his insides melting like molasses once he feels the warmth of Remus cloaking him, the way Remus’s entrance is practically fluttering, practically trying to swallow Sirius whole.

“Oh, yeah— Just a bit more.”

“Shh, let me take care of you, Moony,” Sirius reproves with absolutely no heat, instead sounding more than a little horse as he adds another digit and watches as Remus expands beneath his touch, watches his long fingers being devoured by him— the bronze tan Sirius always sports during the warmer months melding into the pale patches of Remus that rarely sees sunlight— watches their jagged edges piecing together like a sacred tomb, and Sirius knows right then and there that he’d want to be lost in every facet of Remus for every eon to come, even when they’re nothing but cinders and ashes and wisps of starlight. He’d want this, he’d crave this. He’d always need this, need Remus in any way he’d take him.

“Oh— Sirius, please, right there.” Remus suddenly squawks, jolting forwards and grappling for either end of his fourposter’s wooden bars. “Pl— Please.”

Always beyond eager to watch his lover come undone, Sirius adds one final finger before crooking them inside of Remus, skimming the little nest of nerves found there, and repeating the action twice more before he hears Remus’s choked off demand, “Bloody hell, Sirius! Will you just give me what I want!”

“I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” Sirius absolutely beams, gingerly pulling out from his gaping and empty entrance so to lather himself one final time, kisses the freckle behind Remus’s left ear as he snakes a hand beneath his stomach to raise him up slightly. “Can you stay like this, baby.”

His arms still slightly shaking from when Sirius had been teasing his prostate, Remus nods resolutely, shuffling around so that he’s resting his chin on his forearms, and his back is arched so beautifully with his pert arse stretched back in an inviting fashion. “You just worry about making this last hour worth my time.”

Sirius sniffs, pats Remus’s behind with a tad bit more intensity than strictly needed. “You and that lip is gonna get the best of you one of these days, Moony.”

“Mmm, I’ll believe it when you actually begin proving as much,” Remus barbs, and God Sirius loves him so fucking much— feels his chest absolutely contract with the ferocity of it.

“Right, well, you just sit there, looking pretty. All right?” Sirius intones, cards a hand through Remus’s hair and tugs just slightly before letting go completely to adjust his position from behind him— both hands on either end of Remus’s waistline and his dick poking at his hole— and God the throbbing is becoming painful with how badly Sirius just wants to plunge inside, to fuck and pound and thrust into Remus until he hears his boyfriend— his partner— absolutely sing with pleasure. “You are beautiful, Remus, you know that, right? Know that I think you’re the most bloody gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen, that the scars just show how otherworldly you are?” Sirius emphasizes that final point by thumbing across the one skirting across the the side of his neck, stretching from the bottom of his ear and ending at the point of his collarbone. It’s the most prominent one, the only scar besides a scratch on his pinky that can’t be covered up by a trusty jumper or pair of corduroys. The one Remus is most sensitive about, and the one he probably hates nearly as much as the bite marring his inner thigh.

“Sirius, please. Just not now,” Remus implores, sounding like a blown out candle all of a sudden, and Sirius can’t have that. Doesn’t want him to feel anything close to shitty while they’re doing this, while he has him this way. So with an obedience he only has if Remus asks him for as much in his more cautious of cadences, Sirius clenches his jaw, and keeps the adoring words stuck to his teeth, and he distracts himself by finally moving forwards, and it’s like a blink of the eye wen suddenly everything around him goes hazy, feeling like a disillusionment charm has been cast with how everything feels intangible, floaty, feels unsubstantial in comparison to the hot, tight pressure of Remus wrapped around him, made all the more etherial by the sounds of Remus’s melodic moans and gorgeous gasps and the way he moves in tandem with Sirius, how he cants back to meet the electrical current of Sirius fucking into him.

And he isn’t sure who says what in the gargle of words being spilt between them, is pretty sure he’s saying something about how beautiful Remus always is for him and then Remus replying with something about Sirius giving more to him, giving him something harder, deeper, quicker, and then, somehow, Sirius has got both of remus’s wrists in his hand and he’s pressing them against the small of Remus’s back, and he’s slowing down, suddenly wants this to last so much longer, wants to keep Remus this pliant and open and uninhibited for him for just that bit more.

“Merlin, I love you,” he says, focussing on the sweat collecting into the divot of Remus’s pinched shoulder blades and leans down to lick over the spot. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Sirius! Sirius, I love you too! Please don’t stop, please.” Remus begs, canting back and twitching his fingers, obviously needing some sort of friction, though Sirius doesn’t think he’ll give it to him quite yet.

“What if I do though?” He asks, affecting an innocent tone while he slowly pulls out of Remus, pushing inside with shallow thrusts now, giving him hardly more than his tip. “What if I keep you like this, wait to see how long it takes you to come off of this alone, untouched. Just by my cock teasing you like this?” Remus makes another, strangled sort of noise deep in his throat, and he shutters in a way that convinces Sirius he’s not completely opposed to the offer. “You’d like that, yeah? You’d like me holding you down like this and watching you absolutely go feral? Go unraveled beneath me? Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even mind if I kept you like this for the rest of the morning. If I fucked you stupid and didn’t let you come even then. Just plug you up with that naughty toy we got from that Muggle shop when you visited me over Easter in London. Trap my spunk inside and just keep you nice and open until I decide to give it to you once again— drag you to a bathroom stall or an empty cupboard and fuck you senseless. Bloody hell, Remus, you probably wouldn’t even last a minute, hmm?”

Remus stays quiet, doesn’t unclench that taught muscle in his jaw, but his pupils are blown and he’s completely flushed, and Sirius is so thankful he can read the smallest nuances of him, loves knowing how absolutely wrecked just the idea of that has gotten his beautiful Moony, the side of him that no one else could ever see. The side of him hidden by his aloof exterior and measured words when around others. No one else gets to see this hauntingly beautiful, desperate little thing he becomes under Sirius’s hand, how he’s strung to vivid colors by Sirius mumbling such wicked contemplations into the expanse of his warm, golden skin.

“Are you going to answer, love,” he asks, with a lecherous sort of grin, pounding into him with a lack of delicateness from before, only twice, only enough to get Remus writhing again. “Do you not want that?”

Remus squeaks as the top of his head grazes against the headboard from the impact, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut while his thin lips fall open. “I reckon— Erm, I reckon that would be all right. Just to try.”

“My lovely academic, has to give everything a go,” Sirius crows, returns to thrusting measuredly in and out of him, kisses the nape of his neck with soft reverence. “But you know, we wouldn’t have to sneak around like that in only a couple weeks. We’ll be graduated,” he twists his hips slightly and presses down a bit more viciously than the slow paces probably would’ve entailed, and Remus quite literally groans at the feeling of it. “I’ll have that bloody huge flat, and you could be there too. We could spend every morning like this, Moony my love. We could christen every sodding room on the first day alone, and then I’d make you some of that veggie curry you like and you can sit there with an ice pack on your bum after I’m done with you.”

“Oh— Hah, you think you’ve got that sort of stamina,” is all Remus manages out in response, his features going tight with hunger when Sirius retorts with a staccato of uneven thrusts inside of him, stopping only when he feels the release willing up his own body, doesn’t think he’s ready to end this conversation quite yet.

“With you in one of my T-shirts and nothing else?” Sirius asks, watches the way Remus’s toes quite literally curl when he slides inside his used hole once more, shaking Remus slightly with how he moves and thrusts and squeezes his wrists hard enough to bruise. “I bet I could get it up an infinite amount of times! THere will be studies invoked for the phenomena of my cock, Moony. Potions inspired that’d never work, because they could never get it right when I tell them it’s the sight of you waiting for me looking wide eyed and teasing— waiting to be debauched— that’s got me so erect. I’ll be a household name, you watch.”

“You— Oh, oh. Yes like that please Sirius just a little more— Hah, you’re a madman.”

Sirius leers, does as told and grabs forcefully against Remus’s biceps and pounds him flat on the mattress, fucking into him and thrills with all the different noises he’s dragging out of Remus, the way he can’t even form words amidst his groan. “Then you best stay with me, who knows what a madman could do all on his lonesome.”

Just because he’s always been a bit sadistic, Sirius stops his graceless rutting, lies nearly entirely against Remus instead, tugging on the back of his curls so that he’s got a better view of Remus’s gaze. “Wha— Oh, yes, fuck yes you plonker. Of course I want to move in with you, just wanted you to ask properly instead of beating round the bloody bush!”

Sirius feels his brows hike up, absolutely gleeful. “You wanton little slag, you just wanted me to use my manners, eh?”

Remus huffs, looking beyond grouchy. “Yes, yes, and obviously, like the contrary bastard you are, you decide to actually do as much when I’d rather you be beating inside of me., but thus is my fate being stuck in love with such a wanker.”

Sirius can’t help but cackle at the incredibly cross expression Remus has got painted over his features, and he pecks a path down his temple and down to the dip of his shoulder muscles in apology. “You know I’m not one for subtleties, Moony.”

“Humph, well how’s this for subtle. Will you just ruddy fuck me and keep this discussion on the back burner for afterwards?”

Always eager to please his boyfriend, Sirius gently presses him back down on the sheets and rises only enough so to continue the easy rhythm between them, only increased by one of his hands circling Remus’s blazingly scarlet cock, pushing him through the loop of his fingers every time Sirius rocks harshly into him, going speedier and speedier with every choked out plea coming from Remus.

“What about this for a wanker?” He asks snidely, snapping forwards especially roughly, and twisting remus’s prick only slightly in turn, knows how much he enjoys the contrast of that.

“Yes— Yes, yes, yes Sirius! Just keep going, please, love, please. God, I love you. Holy fuck.”

And it’s not another thrust inside before Remus is spilling into Sirius’s palm and the contracted muscle pumps the orgasm out of Sirius himself.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Sirius groans in a voice that’s nearly completely faded, and totally pious, careful to move outside Remus’s overly sensitive hole, and still panting while he absentmindedly grabs for a spare vest. He mutters a labored aguamenti before he brings it to Remus’s behind and begins to dab gently at the skin there, smattered with lube and Sirius’s come and a good amount of wetness from his sweat.

“Oh,” Remus shakes, sucking in a breath and tensing at the sensation of the intrusion.

“Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you,” Sirius assures him gingerly, tossing it to the corner when he’s finished, and can’t help but kiss the small dimples found right against the skin that cups over his arse.

“The, mmm. The house elves, Sirius. They don’t deserve that to deal with.”

Sirius only barely manages to hold back the roll of his eyes at Remus’s tendency not to understand how much those buggers enjoy any and all cleaning. Merlin, leave it too Moony to feel bad about something that someone wants to do for him. “I’ll grab it later, promise. Bin it o whatever.”

Remus only replies with a soft sound of consent, letting himself be gathered into Sirius’s arms properly, his head cradled against Sirius’s chest and Sirius’s arms wrapped around him while he kisses the crown of his tawny curls.

“You want a kip then?” Sirius asks amusedly, feeling his own eyelids beginning to droop.

“Hmm, yeah. That’d be nice. Then we can talk about that hideously orange breakfast table you’ve got in the flat. I bloody well won’t be living in any proximity of that monstrosity, Padfoot.”

Sirius can’t help the laughter that spills out, and he agrees to the conversation but demands that Remus call Winifred by name, lest she gets her feelings hurt.

“Madman,” Remus reiterates, completely fond as he dozes off, and when Sirius feels the breaths falling out of Remus’s lips even out, he thinks that them nestled into one another like this might be the only salvation he ever wants to know, the only sensation he could ever crave— The only sunlit snapshot he ever needs for the rest of his days.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #siriusxremus #wolfstar fluff #remusxsirius #wolfstar smut #SPILT INK #You are such a sweetheart Nonny #ILU #!!!

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Valentine ↬ p.p

A/N: this is so self indulgent and also happy Valentine's to the EST/PST timezone!!

If you saw me reposting this because I posted only half of it, no you didn't 🤔😘

Wc: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of gummy bears (the one with cannabis), smut (mentioned) Mopey Peter XD

Summary: Peter Parker wanted to spend his Valentine's with the most beautiful girl in his college. But him being him, he chickened out last minute from asking you out, completely ruining his mood. Thank god for his roommate though and his girlfriend though. (This fic makes no sense nsdjjsjfj)

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader (18+)

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Peter looked at the window outside of his room, the pitter patter of rain reverberating in his eardrums as he sunk down the soft mattress with a sigh.

One could say his sullen mood was because of the dull weather outside in New York city, or it could be because he didn't have a date for Valentine's.

It wasn't often that one caught Peter Parker sulking because he didn't have a Valentine date, it was a rare sight.

There was this one time he had asked Gwen Stacy out during the senior year of high school, but she ended up moving out to Oxford before they could celebrate the fourteenth of February. Things didn't really work out with Liz because of her dad and MJ, well he ended up becoming her awakening factor about her sexuality. He respected that, absolutely, he was even honoured that he was the reason she had the guts to come out as bisexual.

So he didn't really keep his hopes up in the dating department, up until he met You in college. MIT had a huge campus, and Peter Parker was ready to kiss the fates just for making him bump into you, the most beautiful girl he had ever come to know.

Call him dramatic because there are of course, other girls who were just as beautiful and attractive as You, but in his eyes, You were the most beautiful human to have ever walked earth. It was the sway of your hips and flick of your wrists that had him, capturing his heart enough for his brain to malfunction in your presence.

It was a shame that he hadn't asked you to be his Valentine for today's party. In his defence though, You didn't really know him well other than as a classmate, or your roommate's boyfriend's roommate, and he was a naturally shy person. He barely had the guts to talk to you when you were sitting right besides him during class.

"Come on man, how long are you going to sit there moping? You know I would ditch today's plans for you right? Claire would understand." His roommate, Cade said.

Cade had always been his best friend next to Ned (no one beat Ned in this race, god he fucking missed him. He missed May and Tony and Pepper and Morgan and Rhodey and the list went on and on, he was sad for another reason now).

"Okay Candace." Peter muttered, not looking up from his bag of gummies. He had a feeling they were stoner patch ones, but he didn't care. It wasn't like they were going to affect his metabolism anyways.

What he did care about was that he wasn't on a date with you today and it was completely his fault. He had been a bumbling bambling baffoon when he had gone to ask you out in the least cheesy way he could think of, and had ended up stuttering something along the lines of "roommate" and "date", just as the bell rang, cutting him off like the little gremlin it was.

"You know that's not my name Pete." Cade muttered, stealing some of the gummies before scrunching his nose and spitting them out with a muttered curse.

"Do I look like I fucking care?" Peter grumbled, wiping the lenses of his glasses on his sports t-shirt, nearly chucking them across the room when it just smudged the stain, wiping it with his cotten bedsheets instead.

"Well you gotta get up anyway, Macy's is having a special offer for the singles tonight." He said, snatching the bag from Peter's hand, who's scowled at him before flopping on his bed with a groan. He was definitely starting to feel the effects, but he knew it was temporary, probably would last an hour before he was back to his mopey self.

"Why do you have to remind me that I'm single when you have a girlfriend yourself?" Peter groaned, dragging a hand across his face, a murderous expression on his innocent little face.

"Sorry man I'm just trying to cheer you up! You know what? Come with me, I'll take you to Claire's dorm and then you can have a sleepover with Y/N, you can even play doll dress up but for the love of god, get up from that bed. How long has it been since you washed those sheets? They stink!" The darker man said, his voice taking a higher octave, pulling him by his leg to drag him out of the sheets.

Being the little shit he was, Peter scrunched his fists in the sheets, nearly tearing the seems off.

"I'm not five that you're setting me up on a playdate with your girlfriend's hot roommate."

"Well you're acting like you're five right now, and I will call aunt May if you don't get out of here right fucking now!"

"Okay okay jeez Candace calm your man tits will ya." He rolled his eyes, sitting up with a wince as his head gave a pound, the aftereffects already setting in.

And that's how he found his way through the girls dorm, with his roommate by his side as Cade navigated through the empty hallways, eerily silent in contrast of the loud banger music playing in the club below.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Peter whispered, clutching onto his friend's hand as if his life depended on it, the smell of wet grass and mud distracting him from his thoughts. The girls dorm had a really pretty garden, and he admired it as much as he could from his window without feeling the judgmental stares of the girls thinking he's another one of those pervs.

"Your over thinking is going to give you premature ulcers." Was his only response, flicking the doorbell you had installed in your dorm.

He swore his breath stopped when he heard the tell tale click of the door hatch clicking open, your face peeking out of the door as you let them both in.

You would be lying if you said that your heart didn't speed up when you saw Peter Parker standing outside of your dorm.

You weren't the kind to get jealous easily, but you were envious, maybe even a little (only a little, a little pinch) jealous of your roommate for having a boyfriend. You didn't usually pay attention to your relationship status, but you were only a little salty about the fact that you would not be spending the day of love with the person you've been in love with since you entered the campus of MIT.

You had thought of asking him out several times, saying fuck to gender roles, only to back out last second because you were not sure you would last a second without melting just by looking at his brown puppy eyes.

You gave yourself and him a last chance, hoping either of you would make a move to at least ask each other out on the fourteenth of fucking February, only to be disappointed when that didn't happen.

So you were excited when your roommate told you that your long time crush Peter Parker and you were going to be in the dorm together (alone), heart beating erratically as you saw his face come in your view.

"Hi." You said shyly, pursing your lips to suppress a chuckle as you saw his cheeks heat up, rose red blush rising up in the cutest way possible.

"Hi." He responded, his breath stuttering in the empty dorm.

A few minutes went in silence, him shifting awkwardly in his place as you tried not to look at his body. You couldn't believe the nerd was hiding all of this underneath hoodies and sweatshirts.

Damn, he's hot. You thought, realising that you said that out loud when he stuttered you a look.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud." You said, opening your mouth to apologise again, before he cut you off with a kiss. You were startled by the sensation of his soft lips, surprise leaving you too petrified to move your lips.

You counted up to five before you heard his trademark Peter Parker stuttering apology.

"Oh- I'm I'm so sorry I you don't have to kiss me this is my fault oh god I'm so stupid-"

And it was you who kissed him this time, mystified by the way your lips fitted with his perfectly, like a lock in a key ready to open.

In the end, your impatience won out, his wandering hands on the bare skin of your waist enough to send fire up your veins.

Your hands were all over him in a matter of seconds, your legs straddling his thighs as he kissed you ferociously, messing up both your and his hair.

"Here's to a happy fucking Valentine." You muttered against his lips, smiling as he snorted a response, tickling your slides with his slender fingers.

"Happy fucking Valentine to you too sweetheart." He whispered back, picking you up with ease and throwing you to the nearest bed.

"I hope this isn't going to be a one time thing." You said, watching him undress as you yourself removed your top and your shorts, leaving you in your undies and his in his boxers.

You knew he was muscular, but damn there was a whole another story going on under those clothes. Your mouth practically watered at his chisled abs, his smirk making your patience wean out as you scrambled to being him closer to you.

"I wasn't hoping it would." He said, kissing you softly this time, punctuating each word with a soft kiss. You gave a breathy moan, digging your fingers into his back muscles, realising in the way they moved, the thin chain now exposed as it sat cool on your skin.

"Good, cause I really really like you, Peter Parker."

"I really really like you too, Y/n, L/n."

A/N: what have I written 😪🤚

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x stark reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #college!peter parker x stark!reader #spideygirl writes

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Hey Ally idk if you are taking requests at the moment but if you are could you write something really fluffy with either Sebastian or Bucky! I am just not having a good time right now and would really appreciate anything you got! If you need a more specific idea i can come up with one just let me know and obviously no rush ♥️

Hiya hun! I hope this brightens your day/night and gets your spirits up💛 Sending all my love and good energy to you, happy reading!

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Flowers and Nutella

Your body felt as if it were glued to the bed. The warm covers you’ve been wrapped in all night brought you comfort and served as a protection from the cold of the harsh world. Today had been one of those days. You know those days, the ones where you wake up and it seems like the world is out to ruin you. You didn’t want to get out of bed because it was like you were dreading of going through with the day.

The past week had been difficult. A failed mission; false leads that ended up being a mouse trap. You were put in charge of Peter, it had been one of the few Avengers mission he was allowed to come along on. You lot were supposed to collect data about an ex SHIELD agent selling alien weapons to different buyers, including Hydra members. The whole thing turned out to be a trapped, long story short, it ended up with Peter getting shot in the shoulder by one of the weapons. Thankfully, Banner and Dr.Cho knew how to patch it up so he was safe, back to the energetic bright eyed puppy he was.

The week had just been hard to get through completely. The affects of those events had finally taken its toll on you and decided to pile up on you during this gloomy morning. You didn’t plan on leaving your room. All you wanted was to watch things on Netflix, eat, and just stay in your safe haven. Your room.

You had been watching Gossip Girl once again when a knock was heard from your door. You didn’t feel like interacting with anyone so you didn’t answer it. A few minutes pass and the door slowly creeks.

Outside Bucky was dressed in gym shorts and a loose gray shirt. His hair was twisted up in a bun, something he had learned from you and grown to love. It was Saturday and the two of you usually had training sessions together in the morning. When you didn’t respond to your door he grew concerned. Usually you were up and going, bouncing on the balls of your feet as your pony tail swayed side to side.

His head peeks behind your door and the sight in front of him makes him furrow his brows. You were far from ready, barely even close. You were in bed, wrapped in your blankets, eyes heavy as you watched some show on your tv.

“(Y/n)? Doll?” He calls out to you, slowly entering your room. The atmosphere was heavy as he took in the darkness and chilling temperature in your room.

Your hair rustled against your pillow as you move your head to look at him. You squint at him as the light from the window poured into your room. Bucky had pulled open the curtains and turned up the thermostat in your room.

“Buck? Hey, what are you doing here?” You eye his attire and groan.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot we had training today.” You apologized squeezing your eyes shut. It was as if you couldn’t do anything right lately.

Bucky waved you off settling himself beside your legs on your bed. He nudges your thigh with his elbow, “No worries. But are you okay? You never forget our training days and you’re usually bouncing from wall to wall by now.” His soft voice fills your room flowing like honey. You feel a swell in your chest at how comforting his voice was.

“What’s going on, darling?” He looks at you, eyes full of concern as they plead you to tell him what’s wrong. You sigh and push your cheek against your pillow. One of your arms curling underneath the cushion while the other gripped to your blanket.

You shrug the shadow of a smile on your chapped lips, “I don’t know. Just don’t feel up for anything today. I just want to lay here and rest.”

Bucky sends you a comforting smile as his large hand comes to rub the small of your back, “It’s alright, sometimes we need breaks from the outside world.”

A small smile forms on your lips, though it didn’t bring that crinkle by your eyes, a sign that you were genuinely happy.

He looks around before his sparkling blue eyes come to land on you again. “D’ya need anything before I head to the gym?”

You hum shaking your head, “Nope, thank you though.”

Bucky nods and claps his hands against his thigh. Getting up and leans forwards to poke your nose, “Alright. Give me a call if you need anything, I’ll be here.” You let out a simple, “mmk” as he turns to leave your room.

The door shuts behind him as he presses his back onto it. Screw the gym, he thought to himself. You were clearly upset and there was a voice in his head telling him to go fix it. You probably didn’t want him prodding in on your rest day but he just wanted to see a smile on your face.

His long legs take him to the kitchen where Wanda, Nat, and Sam were. “Ladies.” He greets them, nodding his head. A silent look was sent to him by Nat, probably because she hadn’t had her coffee yet. Wanda sends him a smile as she uses her powers to cook multiple dishes for breakfast.

“Sam.” He greets his friend who responds to him with a grunt. Bucky shoves himself to a stool at the counter as he tries to come up of ways to cheer you up.

Wanda glances at him, “I don’t think she would enjoy a picnic outside, she likes to stay in her room when she wants a break.”

Bucky’s eyes move from the marbled counters to the back of Wanda’s auburn hair. “Well what do you think she would like right now? I walked in and and she just looked so out of it.”

Natasha sighed as he inhaled the rich smell of coffee, “Barnes just leave her alone, she’s had a rough week, let her get some rest.”

Bucky grumbled a frown on his face, “But she looked so sad, I can’t just leave her like that.”

The elevator dings as the doors slide open. All heads turn towards the hall as they see Peter come out from the elevator. His backpack was slung over his shoulder as greeted all of them with a boyish grin.

“Hey guys!” A round of “mornings” is heard amongst the group as Peter enters the kitchen. He looks over Wanda’s shoulder as his hand reaches under her arm to grab a piece of bacon.

The witch rolls her eyes as she swats his back, “You could’ve burned your fingers, Pete.” She scolded him motherly.

“I’m fine, what’s up guys?” Peter answers with the strip of bacon hanging from his mouth. He places his backpack on the floor and joins the others at the counter. Bucky glances at the boy. Maybe he would know a way to cheer you up. The both of you had been hanging out together a lot since you were his mentor, besides Tony, of course.

“Parker, what’s something that’ll get (y/n) to cheer up?” The boy perks up at your name.

“Flowers and a jar of Nutella.” He answers almost immediately, a proud grin on his face. His quick answer earned him some looks from his older team mates.

“How would you know that, Parker?” Nat asks him, sitting in the stool beside him. Peter fiddles with his fingers as he adjusts himself in his seat. His mouth opens to answer but Sam interrupts him.

“Someone gotta crush on (y/n)?” Sam teases the teenager. Peter’s eyes widen as his cheeks turn rosy, a clutter of stutters coming out his out.

“N-No! I mean— she’s pretty, really pretty. Beautiful in fact, but no, I don’t—I don’t have a crush on Ms. (y/n).” He manages to defend himself. A poor attempt of a defense in Sam’s opinion. Sam shakes his head at the boy, “Buck, looks like you’ve got competition.”

Peter’s eyes almost fall out their sockets at the mention of Bucky. The boy stares at the metal arm that could choke and kill him in an instant. “No! You don’t have any competition Mr. Barnes, sir, I swear.”

Nat smirks from beside him as Wanda chimes from behind them, “I could read minds, Peter!” She sang.

“How do you even know she likes flowers and Nutella?” Natasha asks him.

“Um—I asked her to go to prom with me, remember? She said she’ll only go with me if I buy her flowers and a jar of Nutella.” Peter answers. Bucky was up at his feet at an instant, patting his shorts for his wallet. When he felt the bulky object he glanced at the elevator. Walking behind Peter, he pats the boy’s back with his metal hand. Peter jumps almost yelping in his seat.

“Thanks, Parker.” Bucky chuckles then walks to the elevator.

He takes a train to get around the city. He ends up at the nearest retail store, looking through the shelves for Nutella and other things you might like. Once he had two bags full of treats and gifts he approaches the man outside the store who had a cart full of flowers. He didn’t know if you had a preference, but he chose the brightest out of the bunch. To him it represented your personality and the effect you had on his life.

He rushes back to the compound, bags in each hand and a bouquet of flowers under each arm. The sight of him might’ve been funny, a large bulky man with arms full of colorful flowers, a teddy bear, and all the cheesy pick me up gifts. He enters the kitchen not bothering to greet the others. Though he stops to take out two spoons from the drawers. Steve looks at him curiously while Sam nods at him in approval.

He heads straight to your room, excited to give you all the gifts he’s gotten you. He knocks on the door with the top of his foot, “I’m coming in!” He struggles to twist the knob of the door but he somehow manages to get it to open.

He slams the door shut with his back and greets you with a wide smile. Your eyes widen at him in shock.

“Surprise!” He yells happily. You feel your lips tug themselves upwards at him. You shuffle around in your bed, moving the blankets out the way.

“What’s all this?” You ask him trying to peer into the bags. He places them on the floor, gesturing for you to sit back.

“Alright, first off, here’s some flowers.” He grins handing you the two colorful bouquets. A giggle erupts from you as you take them from him. You take a whiff of the flowers, the floral smell entering your senses.

He digs through the bag and pulls out a large jar of Nutella. You gasp as Bucky presents it to you with a golden spoon from the kitchen. He hands them to you then bends back down to go through the bag.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted some snacks, so I got some cookies, your favorite chips, crackers, some wine. I didn’t bother getting a cup, just chug the bottle.�� He explains placing each item onto your bed.

“I also got you a teddy bear. But they had too many and I didn’t know which one you’d like so I got the bear, a llama, and a dog.” He chuckles bopping your face with the llama’s snout. You laugh as you try to hold all of them in your arms.

“Oh yeah, and here’s some candy.” He places at least five boxes of different kinds of candy onto your lap. You look at him in awe, the joy bursting in your chest at his lovely gesture. The happiness soon became too much and your eyes began to water. The proud smile on Bucky’s face falters, his shoulders slumping. He crouches in front of you, hands beside your legs.

“No! Doll, what’s wrong? Was it the candy? Do you not like skittles? Or is it the Hershey’s kisses? I could take them back! Do you not like the llama?” Questions began to roll off his tongue as he stared up at you. His thumbs came up to wipe stray tear from your face. A laugh bubbles from your chest, your free hand gripping onto his wrist.

“No, Bucky, this is just—no one’s really done this for me before. Thank you.” You smile at him through your tears. “Thank you, I really really appreciate it. You didn’t have to do all of this honestly.” You sniffled fiddling with the plush llama’s fur.

“It’s fine doll, honestly. Anything to see that smile on your face.” He grins up at you, happy with himself that he got to bring the smile that formed crinkles to the side of your eyes. You giggle once again and place all the gifts on your bed, you leans towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his neck. Bucky sighs in content, his metal hand coming up to stroke circles onto your back.

“Thank you, Buck.” You whisper against the skin of his neck. Bucky presses a kiss to your temple, “Anytime darling.”

You pull away and organize the things on your bed. You sit against the headboard did your bed and motion for him to join you.

“I’m gonna need help eating all of this.” You tease him. He settles beside you, arm around your shoulder. He reaches for a pack of Reese’s and rips it open with his teeth.

“Well good thing I’m a super soldier.” He chuckles tuning into the movie on your tv. You get curious and look at him.

“How did you know about the flowers and Nutella though?” You question him with a raised brow.

“Spider-boy.” He answers mouth full of the peanut butter cups. You laugh and lean back into his arm. You reach for the jar of Nutella and twist it open, pealing of the gold seal. Your spoon dips into the chocolate, breaking the smooth surface.

Bucky glances at you, “Feelin’ better?”

The spoon hangs from the corner of your mouth, savoring the delicious spread, “Much better.”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan imagine #winter solider #ally’s requests

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planecrashdreams · 3 years

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Blame It On September

Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Peter is offered a scholarship to an Ivy League institute in London. You are heartbroken, not knowing where this leaves your relationship.

inspired by the song Blame It On September by Allstar Weekend

Warnings: *fluff* *heartbreak*

*This is my first fanfic so please be kind*

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“This could be an amazing opportunity. Mr. Stark said that I would excel in the physics program.” Peter said excitedly. “I know, you are the most intelligent person I know. I just wish it wasn’t in London.” You said conflicted.

London was 7 hours across the Atlantic Ocean, the time was 5 hours ahead of New York time, and worst of all, the boy you fell in love with would be leaving you for a whole year.

“I won’t be leaving until the end of August, we still have the whole summer together.” He says, intertwining his fingers in yours. You smile at him, admiring his chocolate coloured eyes and the way his face beams when he’s with you.

You would miss him so much, but you couldn’t hold him back from his dream. You loved him too much to do that.

The bell rings for next period. You break your hands away as you each grab your backpacks. “My place after school?” Peter asks. “See you after 4th period.” You reply, kissing him on the cheek.

After school, you meet Peter in the parking lot and drive over to his and Aunt May’s apartment. When you get to the apartment, you both move toward to his room.

You take your backpack off and pull out your math assignment and begin working out the algebra problems. Peter opens his laptop, you can’t help but glance over and see his acceptance email is already open on the screen.

You look away trying to distract yourself with your math homework. Peter senses your sadness and looks over to you. “I’ll only be gone for a year, I’ll be back before you know it.” He says trying to comfort you.

“A year is a long time Peter, we’ve never been apart anywhere near that long.” You say with tears already welling up in your eyes. He brings his thumb up to your face and rolls a tear off your cheek.

“Who’s going to help me with my math homework? Who’s gonna cuddle and watch horror movies with me? I’m gonna miss you so much Pete.” You say, now with tears.

“We can still face time and text each other. I know it’s not the same, but it’ll only be for the year.” He gets up from his desk chair and sits on his bed behind you and places his arms around you. You lean back into his chest to feel his embrace.

“You know I’m going to miss you too Y/N.” He says softly. “Then prove it.” You say cheekily. Peter places soft kisses trailing from your jawline to your neck.

As he continues to kiss your neck, you run your fingers through his curly chestnut brown hair. You both would miss this so much, more than you both would like to admit.

You pull away and kissed him passionately. A light blush forms on his cheeks as you both lay back on his bed. He wraps his arm around you and in that moment the scholarship didn’t cloud your mind. It was just you and your boyfriend.

“I promise this will be the best summer.” He says reassuringly. Little did you know he had some ideas already for the summer.

He’s been planning dates for you, he even asked MJ for her help to make sure they were absolutely perfect. He loved you, and he was disheartened knowing you were heartbroken about him leaving.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked. “You wouldn’t want me to ruin the surprise would you?” He answers playfully.

Throughout the summer, Peter takes you out on various dates. Some of the dates include him taking you to a beach party with some friends from school, making a backyard cinema so the both of you could watch your favourite horror movie, and going to a fair at night.

In late August, you and Peter start packing up his belongings for London. As you were packing his clothes, you found your favourite of his hoodies and ran your fingers along the soft grey fabric. Remembering the first time he gave you the hoodie to wear at school.

You put the hoodie into his suitcase and started packing more clothes along with it. After you both were done packing everything into the car, you went for dinner at your favourite restaurant. You couldn’t help but feel sad, knowing this would be your last meal together for a year.

He made sure to make every second of it count. He didn’t let go of you, he didn’t want to go without your touch. You couldn’t help but feel bittersweet about this moment. You didn’t want him to let go of you, and he knew it too.

After dinner, you both made your way to the JFK international airport. When it was time for Peter to board his flight. He kissed you unlike he has kissed you before. It was an intense, powerful kiss. It was just pure passion. He pulls away and heads to the terminal.

You watch him intently and he looks back to you as he’s about to leave. This was it, the moment you were dreading for 2 months. I have to wait a year until I get to hold him and be with him again.

You head to your car and drive away listening to your playlist of both of your favourite songs. When you get home you couldn’t bare to talk or see anyone. You just run to your room.

Your mom knocks on your door. “Sweetie, are you okay?” She asks caring. “I just want to be alone please.” You reply with tears pouring from your eyes.”

“I’m here if you need me, by the way, Aunt May brought you over something. I think it’s from Peter.”

You sit up in your bed curious to what he left for you. You reach for your door and take the parcel. You open it and see a black leather book.

You open it to see pictures of your dates from this past summer. Peter even wrote all the things he thought in the moments of those dates, he even titled every picture. Every picture of you was noted about how beautiful you are and how happy he is to be your boyfriend.

You cry flipping through the book. You then realize that’s not all he’s left for you.

You glance down in the parcel and notice soft grey fabric that is especially familiar to you. Your favourite hoodie. You bring it up to you and hug it, it smelled just like him.

You smile and wipe the tears away from your cheeks. Suddenly you weren’t without him. You could make it the year, you still had him and these summer memories.

This was all you needed, now you could look forward to your favourite season to start all over again.

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Pete Davidson One Shot- Jr Writer Series 5

-okay so this one is kind of out there but I love it lol you and Pete are co parents to a cute little baby. Things didn’t work out but there’s still clearly a lot of sexual tension and hidden feelings. You both love each other but both of you are being stubborn.

Warning: smut

It had been seven months since you had found Pete and he learned of your pregnancy. He had vowed that day to, get and stay clean and so far he has done well to keep his promise.

Pete had checked himself into rehab that afternoon and stayed an entire 90 days. Lorne was great, giving him the time off with the rest of the cast showing their support as well.

You had kept your word, standing by his side the whole time while he worked on getting better.

Your pregnancy had gone well, despite the stress and almost a month after he got out of rehab, you had given birth to a healthy baby boy with Pete holding your hand through the whole labor and delivery.

Co-parenting was going well. Pete was great with the baby, always willing to help out anytime you needed it. The only problem with the situation was having to be around him all the time.

As hard as you tried, you couldn't quite get over him and seeing him with your child didn't help matters.

"Hey, Y/N, can you bring me a diaper?"

Pete calls out from the nursery in your apartment.

"Here."

You walk in the room bringing a new pack with you and hand him one setting the rest of the pack on the air mattress Pete had brought over for the nights he stayed over to help with the baby, which lately, seemed to be most nights.

A few minutes later, Pete comes out to the living room where you are catching up on some trash tv and sits down next to you.

"I think he's hungry."

He says as he hands you the fussy baby. You take him without a word and begin feeding him with a sigh.

"What's wrong?"

Pete breaks the silence a few minutes later.

"Nothing."

You say, shifting a bit in your seat.

"Bullshit Y/N. We may not be together anymore but I still know when something is wrong with you."

Pete turns off the tv and looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Exactly Pete, we aren't together anymore and yet you are here all day every day. Every time I turn around you're there."

The words came out quick and a little more harsh than you wanted them to.

"To help with my son."

He says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear.

"Is that really why Pete? Are you only here for the baby? Or maybe you think he is a way for us to get back together. Because if that's the case, you are wrong. You cheated on me. You broke my heart. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."

You stop for a moment to take a breath, taking time to bring the baby up from your breast to your shoulder, covering yourself up and thinking about your next words.

"It may have been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, especially with everything that has happened the last few months, but I finally got over you. You should try to do the same."

With that, you hand the baby back to his father and go to your bedroom, afraid if you stayed any longer, you would give in and tell him the truth.

"Can I come in?"

You are startled a few minutes later by Pete's voice.

"Pete, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed."

"No."

Pete says and steps forward.

"What?"

You look up and swallow hard as he closes the distance between you even more, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"No. We are going to talk about this. Obviously this is an issue and we need to fix it. For him."

He gestures to the now sleeping baby in his arms.

"Fine but I'm pretty sure I said everything out in the living room."

Pete rolls his eyes at your hostile and defensive tone, not believing it for a second.

"Look, I know I fucked up back then. What I did to you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. I thought I had lost you forever and then you came and saved me from myself and gave me the chance to be a father to my son."

The words hit you like a brick but you do your best to keep your composure.

"Staying here and helping out all the time is my way of saying thank you. I know we are over and I would never expect you to change your mind about it. I still love you, I will always love you. I will never forgive myself for ruining the best thing I ever had in my life but I refuse to give up a chance to be in my sons life. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though, so after tonight, I won't stay the night unless you ask me to. We can sit down later and come up with a plan if you want, anything I can do to make it easier for you. But we need to figure out something ok?"

You nod, unable to speak and he gets up and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

Laying in bed, Pete's words replaying in your head until you can't take it anymore.

You get up and head to the door, stopping halfway, beginning to talk yourself out of what you are planning to do next.

"Fuck it."

You open the door and find Pete on the other side, pacing and talking to himself.

"Oh, sorry I-"

Before Pete can finish, you jump into his arms, kissing him.

"Y/N?"

Pete pulls back and sets you down on your feet, confused as to what was happening.

"Shh."

You kiss him again, pulling him into your bedroom and into your bed.

"Are you sure about this?"

Pete asks before taking things any further.

"Please."

You look up at him, desperate need evident in your eyes.

No other words were needed as you and Pete give into every urge and feeling you have been pushing away since you found him with that girl a year ago.

Pete makes love to you, the moonlight streaming in through your bedroom window enough for you to see his face.

"What does this mean?"

You and Pete are laying cuddled in your bed a while later.

"I don't know."

As good as it feels, you still can't let yourself give up and let him back into your life in that way again.

Just as Pete is about to say something, the baby starts to cry.

"I've got him."

Pete says pulling his sweats back on and heading to the babies room.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

You get up quickly and pull on your robe.

"I still love you too."

Pete is changing the baby when he hears you behind him, turning towards you.

"What?"

He picks up the baby and walks towards you.

"I still love you too. What happened tonight, you don't know how long I've wanted that. After everything, I thought I would never be able to get passed it, that I would never be able to look at you the same way but I was wrong. I love you Pete and I want to try again."

Pete's eyes light up at your words as he pulls you close to him with his baby free arm.

"But you have to swear to me you won't break my heart again. We won't survive another hit like that."

He pulls back a bit and looks down into your eyes.

"I swear on our sons life, I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. I want this Y/N, you, me and our son. I want us to be a family. A real family."

He says, this time you have no doubt that he is being totally honest.

"Okay. Then lets do it. Lets be a family."

You say and then lead him back into your bedroom, the three of you climbing into bed and drifting off to sleep, finally back together and happy, the way it should be.

#Pete Davidson One Shot #Pete Davidson x reader #Dad! Pete Davidson #Pete Davidson #cocos stories

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annab-nana · 3 years

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" i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case. " with peter?

okay but this is so peter and i am very excited to write this :)

to say you were excited was an understatement. you were ecstatic. you never in a million years would’ve guessed that peter felt the same way about you as you did him but for some reason, the universe was in your favor on that one. but today was your first date. it wasn’t anything big or fancy. you were just going to order in and watch a movie together since your plans got ruined by new york’s decision to rain all week but you were still very excited nonetheless. you were spending time alone with peter. what was there not to be excited about?

you were still in your clothes from school and you sat on your couch, playing a game on your phone when the doorbell rang. absentmindedly, you let out a squeal in excitement but clasped your hand over your mouth right after. you tried to shake off the excitement as though to not seem so giddy when you approached the door. you fixed your stance, straightened your shirt, and let out a breath before going for the doorknob. all your excitement left in an instant when you saw who was at the door.

“hey, here’s your pizza,” the guy in the red shirt spoke as he handed you the warm box. you gave him a smile along with a tip. “thanks, you have a nice night.”

“you too,” you chirped while shutting the door to go place the pizza down but before you could take one step away, someone knocked. the excitement from earlier filled you again and a wide smile spread on your face when you opened the door and saw peter hiding something behind his back. “whatcha got there, pete?”

“well since our plans got kinda ruined, i still wanted to make this a little more special so i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case,” he told you, pulling the real ones out with his left hand and the fake ones with his right. you chuckled while playfully rolling your eyes at the boy.

“you are so cute, you know that? here, come inside. let’s go put the real ones in water and the pizza just came so it’s nice and warm.” peter followed you into the kitchen where you sat the pizza box down and ran off to get a couple of vases for your two sets of flowers.

a few hours later after you two had eaten and watched a couple movies, y’all were cuddled on the couch, your head against his chest with your fingers intertwined with his.

“you know i’m really glad you got me both real and fake flowers,” you mentioned as you looked over at them both which still sat on the kitchen counter.

“really? why?” he inquired while his thumb rubbed mindlessly over the skin of your hand.

“because while i love real flowers and taking care of them, they won’t last forever like the fake ones will and now i have something to remember our first date forever,” you told him while craning your neck up to see him. his face showed nothing but pure adoration and a cute smile. you giggled before a yawn escaped you.

“are you tired?”

“a little.” another yawn slipped past your lips. “okay, maybe more than a little.”

“do you want me to leave?”

“you can stay if you want to but i understand if you have to go.”

“i might stay for a little longer.” he stayed for a lot longer. he fell asleep before you did, too comfortable in your embrace but he didn’t regret it especially when he woke up to your cute face all squished up against his chest and your soft snores filling the quiet room.

send in some blurbs

#starryevermore #blurbs #peter parker #peter parker blurbs

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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