#which like i'm so fucking happy norman and harry are there that's one of the things in my nwh DIVERGENCIES so . i'm a prophet ig

[sensesdialed]

also i am so god damn confused about s.pider-m.an: f.reshman year but i’m just rolling with it for now i guess LMAO

#'it's set in the mcu' YET NORMAN AND HARRY EXIST AND THERE'S LIKE SO MANY VILLAINSSKJHFGDJ #which like i'm so fucking happy norman and harry are there that's one of the things in my nwh DIVERGENCIES so . i'm a prophet ig #BUT ALSO I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS FDHJJK #the thing is i REALLY like the idea of peter having fought some villains above normal criminal status pre homecoming #but they just *can't* be bigger than the vulture or else it defeats his ENTIRE arc... vulture HAS to be his first big bad #(where my mcu/my peter is concerned at least) #DOC OCK IS A PRETTY FUCKING BIG BAD LMAOIDFK #but the art style is SO fun i love how it looks like old comics i rlly hope the animation's nice #where i stand for my PORTRAYAL is?? i'll probably just end up taking certain influences tbh! #whatever i like for my peter is canon everything else is either gone or i put it After homecoming DHJD #which like speaking of they've already greenlit for a second season so . THERE i give them permission to go stupid go wild #like how much have i ALREADY talked about the potential of that gap #between hoco/infinity war ( A Lot. ) i . can't believe they're listening DHJKD #🕸 ❝ i have nothing left… except spider man ❞ → ooc

[fun-k-board]

Like I said in a post I accidentally deleted, I HOPE Ben Reilly or Kaine is in Spider-Man three even if it won't happen, imagine the drama, the CHAOS!! I understand it's not going to happen, and if it does it's gonna be some 'they have Peter's DNA!' post credit scene that goes nowhere, but, A HOMOSEXUAL CAN DREAM!!!!

SPOILERS BELOW THE READ MORE!!!!

They've introduced Cindy Moon, aka silk, in a post credit scene, so, either Peter becomes playable again after retiring, or we get Silk and Miles as the two Spider-People in 3, or we get Silk, Spider-Man and Spider-Man.

I wouldn't mind if we get three Spiders, honestly I'd be thrilled, but, I know Peter probably stays in retirement, which I'm happy with if we get Silk.

Otto has revealed to Norman who Spider-Man is in the first post credit scene, well it's not outright said but Norman is all 'you know who they are 😡😡' and Otto's all 'fuck yeah I do' so it's implied.

WHICH I HOPE MEANS THAT, with Harry bedridden in a coma and Norman on his last legs in terms of how to help him, that he's going to try and clone Peter.

AGAIN THIS IS UNREALISTIC.

But just think, right?!? Norman finds out Peter is Spider-Man and either kidnaps him or manages to get his DNA, maybe it's a slow process and we get hints throughout the game to lead into the forth game, maybe a time skip, WHATEVER.

And it's up to Silk, I don't know how she'd get her powers, and Miles to defeat Ben or Kaine, maybe both, but MAYBE MAYBE, ONE OR BOTH SET UP AS PLAYABLE IN THE NEXT GAME.

This is a complete projection I just want them back okay I miss my clone boys

#insomniac spiderman #insomniac spider man #spiderman #spider man #clone saga #ben reilly #kaine parker #peter parker #cindy moon #silk #miles morales #insomniac miles morales #insomniac peter parker #insomniac games #spiderman 2 #spider man 2 #insomniac spiderman 2 #insomniac spider man 2

[littlegodzilla]

Happy Birthday to me! I was writing it few days ago, I wanted to d something different for Daryl or Norman so I'm experimenting with other characters as you could see (John, Van, Justin, Travis in the future, maybe...)

So I come with a Vincent Harris one shot, who is he? This caracters come from A Crime, not a very good movie (which is?), we have a hurt man, a crazy neighbor and a cute dog, I'm not going to tell you the plot of the movie if you want to see it.

Anyways, I hope you like it and enjoy the reading!

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Dog sitter.

Vincent Harris(36) x Reader(30).

One shot.

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of murder. Crazy neighbor. Hurt/Comfort. Cute dog. Contains movie spoilers.

Words: 6000.

Summary: You move to Brooklyn looking for a new life and you meet Vincent and Vicky, but you also have to dealing with Alice.

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With a sigh you leave the last box at the door of your new house, it has been a hard move, but finally you are there. You smile proudly and take the keys out of your pocket to open the door, you have to insist a little, push the wood with your body to disengage it from the frame and finally it opens.

It smells a bit musty and the atmosphere is stuffy from so much time without use, but you don't care. You push all your stuff inside and get ready to open all the windows. It is a small apartment, with a kitchen-dining room, a toilet, a single room, a room that you can use as a closet, and the double room, more spacious with a bathroom, the windows overlook the inner courtyard and there is only one large window in the living room, it is not very bright, but you hope it is not too cold, you live in a room, but there are several floors above you, so you trust that the heating of your neighbors help to temper your own home. Once you have the apartment open, you open the boxes to take some things out, you know you won't have time to unpack everything today, but you hope to have it ready in a couple of days.

You take the boxes and your suitcases of your clothes and other belongings to your room, you check that in the kitchen there are utensils and you don't need to buy many things, with you you carry a small notebook writing down the things you need to buy, both food and toilet paper, cleaning rags, broom... things of that kind.

You are so immersed in your own tasks that you don't notice someone watching you from the doorway.

"Who are you?" you hear a woman's voice and a scream escapes you.

"Fuck, you scared me." You say with a hand on your chest, in front of you, there's a blonde woman, looking a bit drunk, but you try to ignore that fact. "Hi, I'm new in the building." You introduce yourself and walk over to her to shake her hand.

"Have you rented this apartment?"

"Uhm yes, I'm possibly buying it, the landlord is letting me pay for it with rent installments until I have more money..." You explain and you see his face change to an angry grimace.

"No. You can't stay."

"Excuse me?" you look at her confused.

"This apartment is mine, I was going to rent it, I had plans for it."

"S-sorry, the landlord didn't tell me there was anyone else interested..." You apologize, but her anger increases.

"It's mine! My boyfriend lives next door, we were going to live together!"

"But..." You try to process what she says, but you shake your head. "I'm sorry, I'll talk to the landlord, maybe..."

"I want you to get out, now!" She grabs your shoulders ready to throw you out, but you push her away hard.

"Let go of me! Have you lost your mind?" You look at her in disbelief.

"Alice! What are you doing?" You hear a man's voice down the stairs and her face changes completely.

"Hi Vincent, hi Vicky." You greet the man and his dog.

You take advantage of that distraction to get the last of your things into your apartment and close the door, locking it, you don't know if he might be as crazy as this Alice and try to get you both out of there.

"What's going on, are you okay?" asks Vincent to his neighbor and friend, the blonde nods, rubbing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just welcoming the new tenant." She lies smiling at the blue-eyed man. "But she got a little nervous and I don't know what happened..."

"Are you sure? Are you drunk?" He looks at her worriedly and she shakes her head.

"No, not that much..."

"Come on, go home and sleep it off, you need it."

"Are you coming with me?" she pouts and Vincent sighs looking away.

"You know I won't..."

"When will you realize that we're made for each other?"

"Alice..."

"Take care of him Vicky while I'm gone." She says to the dog and walks up the stairs with heavy, tired steps.

Vincent doesn't move until he hears the upstairs door close, his pet gives him a gentle touch on his hand and he pats his head, he sighs and heads home stopping in front of the door where they have taken down the 'For Rent' sign maybe he should call and introduce himself, all things considered he is going to live door to door, but it's late, he has to leave Vicky and get back to work or they will end up firing him.

******

You've spent all morning organizing your apartment, but everything is finally where it should be and the boxes are empty, folded and put away in case you need them for anything else. You let your hair down, grab your coat and notebook and leave the house locking up again behind you. You take a quick look around to make sure that Alice is not around before leaving the building. You have to buy food and a few other things, even a cart to carry everything.

Luckily you have some money saved from your old job, you didn't live badly, it was nice, family atmosphere and everyone was nice to you, but you needed to get out of there, a series of events that you still haven't fully recovered from made you need to escape at full speed. New York was the farthest you could find and that apartment was within your means, you have paid a couple of months in advance and the landlord has not asked questions, it is usual to pay every week, but you need some time to adapt and you don't want anyone around. You still need a job, something to free your mind, you can't live off your savings forever.

You walk into the supermarket down the street, after stopping at a convenience store and buying a cart, you put it aside and look at your list to make sure you don't leave anything unbought.

"Are you coming this weekend to the lake?" you hear in the distance.

"I can't, my parents are away and I have to take care of Gus." You reply with annoyance.

"The dog? Really?"

"Don't look at me like that, they love him more than me." They snort and the conversation drifts away from where you are.

You frown slightly, maybe it's not a bad idea, you like animals, it can keep you distracted and you have an income that will help you maintain your stability. You could prepare some posters and distribute them around the area, you don't want to go too far, as you don't know the city, and that would be enough to start with.

The cart weighs a ton but you have bought everything you need for at least two weeks, maybe even more. You didn't count, however, that the building has no elevator and your floor is still a room.

"Damn..." You wheeze, pulling the cart with effort, the wheels hitting every step, you're convinced you're going to end up breaking it before you've used it properly.

"Wait! Let me help you." You hear some stairs downstairs and stop.

Up to your position comes a man, almost your age, maybe a few years older, dark blond hair, nice blue eyes, round nose and a funny mole on his upper lip, on the left side, a little beard decorates his cheeks, but not too much. You smile as a greeting and he imitates you by grabbing the bottom of your cart, helping you to pull it up the stairs without mistreating it any further.

The two of you reach the fourth floor having beaten the hellish stairs, he sets the cart back down and you sigh gratefully.

"Sorry, I forgot I live in a room without an elevator." You snort rolling your eyes and he laughs.

"That's okay, I couldn't let the poor thing keep taking that abuse." He jokes patting the fabric of the cart and you laugh. "You bought a bunch of stuff, family reunion?" he asks curiously and you shake your head.

"I moved this morning and needed to stock the fridge." You admit, you see him raise his eyebrows and surprise runs through him as he points to the door of your house.

"You rented that apartment?" you nod and he holds out his hand. "I'm Vincent Harris, we're next door neighbors." He introduces himself and you shake his hand.

"Pleasure, Vincent." You introduce yourself just as he does walking both of you in the same direction.

"Same here, welcome to the building." He smiles again, you hear some barking on the other side of his door and he opens it letting a cute Spanish greyhound come out to greet him. "This is Vicky, sometimes she gets a little nervous when I'm not around or in the evenings, but she's not usually loud."

"Don't worry, you won't hear any complaints from me, I love animals." You reassure him and pet the animal's head as it comes over, tapping your hand with its muzzle.

"She liked you." He jokes ushering her back into his home. "My pleasure, anything you need..." He points to his door "Just knock."

"Thank you so much Vincent, again, for the cart and stuff."

You say your goodbyes each going into your house, despite the scare you had that morning with your other neighbor, it's clear not everyone is like her, Vincent was kind enough to help you up the stairs, so it wasn't such a bad day.

After emptying the cart putting everything in its place, you get ready to make the posters that you will place around the neighborhood looking for work and you will wait for someone to call you.

*******

Several weeks have passed since you put up the posters and you are surprised by the amount of people that need your help to take care of their pets, some of them, you are sure, it is simply because they didn't want to have a pet, but it was a whim of their children and the truth is that you prefer to take care of them than that they end up in the street, or worse.

It's Saturday morning, early, you get ready and grab your keys to leave the house, at the same time, Vincent's door opens and he and Vicky meet you in the hallway.

"Good morning." You greet with a smile.

Your relationship with your neighbor is pleasant, you don't talk too much, each one immersed in your own things, but you always have some kind word when you meet at the door of the house, Vicky is friendly and affectionate, always ready to accept your caresses when you meet. Vincent is a bit more reserved, always with his head in the clouds, you don't want to ask, but it's obvious that something is eating at him, even if he doesn't say it out loud. You've seen him with Alice a few times, they seem like good friends, she keeps insisting that your apartment is hers, Vincent for his part tries to dissuade her and get you two to get along. You have no problem with her, but she seems to hate you just for existing.

"Good morning." He greets back, adjusting his coat, it's especially cold that morning. "Where are you going so early? It's Saturday."

"To work." You laugh softly. "I have to go pick up one of my boys, his humans are going on a trip and leaving me in his care."

"His humans...?" he is quiet for a moment and laughs. "You work taking care of animals?"

"Yes, it's surprising how many people are incapable of caring for their pets, or don't want to take care of them." You sigh with some disappointment. "Where do you go?"

"I take Vicky for a walk." He smiles. "We're going to the beach, there's a race in a couple of hours."

"To the beach...?" You look at him in surprise and frown. "You use her for illegal racing?" You're not one to judge him, but you feel your voice slipping out like a bark.

"I don't use her...these kind of dogs do well running, it's part of them."

"Eating too, and some are starved to death so they run faster after prey."

"I don't...I take care of Vicky and there is no 'prey' it's a mask tied to a rod."

"It moves, it's enough for the animal to consider it a target. Is that what you do for a living?" Vincent purses his lips feeling fury engulf him as he hears your accusations.

"I have a job, it's just a one-off for her, that's not what I do for a living... do you?" he attacks you suddenly. "Is walking dogs your dream?"

You raise your eyebrows feeling slightly offended, grunt low and adjust your bag on your shoulder.

"You're an asshole." You bark again and turn around, speeding down the stairs.

Vincent deflates then, realizing what he's said, he peeks out of the stairwell to call out to you, but you hear a loud door slam, indicating that you've already left the building. He mutters a curse and tightens Vicky's leash for a few seconds.

"Come on girl, let's go for a walk." he says petting the animal's sharp muzzle and they walk down the stairs.

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You leave the little cat in the carrier before leaving the house keeping the keys in your purse pocket, you carry a couple of bags with various things of the animal so that it adapts better to your house. You know that cats get stressed easily when they are taken out of their home, so you want them to feel as comfortable as possible.

You adjust the bags on your shoulder and hold the carrier tightly, luckily the house is not too far away. You are still a bit annoyed by your neighbor's words, walking dogs may not be your life's work, but it's not a job to be ashamed of, on the contrary, you like taking care of them, sometimes animals are more grateful than people and you have less and less doubts about it. Whiskers meows inside the carrier and you speed up your pace.

"We're coming, have a little patience." You ask him, brushing his fur through the cracks in the passenger compartment to calm him down.

You are reaching the door of the building when you see a neighbor entering, you are grateful not to have to let go of your partner once again, you run to the door and block it with your body before it closes. On the other side, Alice opens the door to let you in and the two of you stand silently, staring at each other.

"Is that your pet?" she asks you in a serious tone. "You can't have pets in the building"

"No? Then why does Vincent have Vicky?" you answer with another question and his frown deepens.

"Have you talked to Vincent?"

"We're neighbors, what's wrong with that?"

"He's my boyfriend, stay away from him." He threatens you and you frown hard.

"I'm not interested at all." You reply starting to walk up the stairs, Whiskers is getting nervous. "And if you care so much, maybe he's not such a good boyfriend." You annoy her and hear her gasp behind you.

"What did you say!"

"Listen, I don't care about your relationship with him, seriously, I'm not attracted to him, just because he has pretty eyes and a pretty face doesn't mean he's irresistible." You assure her. "You can rest easy with me." Without giving her time to reply, you slam your apartment door shut.

"You better!" she shouts on the other side. "I'll be watching you!"

"Lunatic..." You mumble through your teeth, shaking your head.

You leave the keys in place, take the bags off your shoulder and set the carrier on the floor, open it and let the animal decide to leave on his own feet, when he feels less anxious and scared. While he adjusts, you place his things in the room you have prepared; the small room serves as an area for the animals you have to take care of in your house, you have removed the furniture and bedding, you talked to the landlord and he provided you with keys to the storage room so you could leave everything there.

"Be careful, if they stain or break anything, it will be your responsibility." He warned you, but did not use an aggressive or threatening tone.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson, don't worry." You promised him.

So far you had kept your word, you hadn't had to take care of very large animals either, a rabbit, two small sized dogs, and now Mr. Whiskers. You leave the sandbox on one side of the room, prepare his bed and a small scratching post nearby, food and water and scatter some of his toys around the room and the living room to make him feel a little more at home.

You are preparing something to eat when you hear voices in the stair hallway, you recognize them right away, it's your neighbor with Vicky and your crazy neighbor upstairs, you roll your eyes, focusing on what you are doing, you don't want to pay attention to the discussion, it's couple stuff, you are not going to get in the middle of it.

*************

"It was all your fault..."

"No..."

"It's always your fault, can't you leave us alone?"

"No! I didn't do anything!"

"It's always your fault!"

"No!" You wake up startled in your bed, gasp several times and feel sweat rolling down your back.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath. It's not the first time this has happened to you, and you know that unfortunately it won't be the last. You feel your whole body trembling and alert. You get out of bed rubbing your face with both hands, trying to clear your mind. You know you are not going to be able to sleep anymore, so you get dressed and leave the room, Whiskers is sleeping comfortably in his bed, after a couple of days he is finally comfortable and even accepts you touching him a few times. You smile and put on your slippers, taking your keys. You go for a walk to clear your mind.

When you open the door, the one right next to you does too. You tense up for a moment thinking your neighbor is going out with Vicky, but you're wrong, Vicent seems to be wearing pajama pants and a tank top, maybe he just woke up, or hasn't gone to bed yet, to be honest, you don't even know what time it is.

"Are you okay?" He asks in a hoarse voice. Yes, he just woke up.

"Yes." You quickly respond wanting to avoid the subject.

"Okay, I just... I thought I heard you screaming and..."

"I'm fine." You reply quickly again. "I didn't mean to wake you up." You say sincerely.

"Don't worry, I've been a light sleeper for a while now." He shrugs biting his lip.

Neither of you say anything, you have the urge to want to run away, you need to get some air and escape your memories, it's just as awkward for him, Vincent has wanted to care about you, but now he doesn't know how to continue the conversation, whether he should just let you go or keep asking. He taps his fingertips together, a nervous twitch, and looks at you again.

"Listen, I..."

"Hey, let it go, I don't want to get in trouble with your girlfriend." You cut off what he's trying to tell you and head down the stairs to leave the building.

"Girlfriend?"

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To be honest the walk hasn't helped you much in your attempt to calm down, it hasn't helped either that Vincent has heard you talking in your sleep, you know that now the subject could come up in any conversation, although you have tried to make it clear to him that you don't want to have any kind of dealings with him. Every day that passes you are more and more convinced that you are not compatible.

You return home, it's early morning, the cold is intense and you're freezing. You rub your hands together as you walk up the stairs, the warm breath tempers them a little, but your fingers still feel numb. You freeze when you find Vincent's door opens again as you reach the landing on the floor, there's a nervous smile on his mouth and Vicky next to him wags her tail at the sight of you.

"Hey..." He greets in a low voice and you shake your head.

"Hey... What are you still doing awake?"

"I told you I was a light sleeper..." He shrugs. "I couldn't get back to sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault... Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." You sigh and rub your arms. "Ghosts from the past, I guess."

"I know... I know what you mean..." He chews his lip several times and point his thumb inside his house. "Do you want me to... Do you want a cup of coffee, or tea or beer? I don't know how you deal with these things..."

"Uhm no, thank you, Vincent, you're very kind, but... I need to rest."

"Sure, I understand... Maybe another time?" he offers you again and you nod, out of politeness.

"Sure, another time." You open the door to your apartment and look at him one last time. "Good night, both of you." You smile looking at Vicky.

"Good night." He replies with a half smile seeing you close the door behind you. "Come on, girl." You say to your canine companion and close it too.

It's true he's not sleepy, he feels his whole body exhausted, but he can't sleep, it's been happening to him since he lost Ash, the memories of that night, being unable to do anything for her, not having closed the case, it's killing him little by little. However, he is vigilant, he sits up in bed, his back pressed against the wall, his head leans against it, he knows your bed is on the other side, the walls are like paper, he can't hear what you say but he feels the murmur of your voice talking to the cat you are looking after, the sound vibrates through the wall and his eyes close for a second.

Everything is peaceful minutes later and he himself falls asleep in that position.

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If your relationship was purely polite with Vincent as neighbors, now the situation is tense and uncomfortable. When you meet on the stairs neither of you says anything and you walk down the four floors without even opening your mouths, a tense silence hanging over you. You think you should apologize, you didn't mean to be rude to him, you know he only meant to be nice, but it's also true that you don't want to deal with Alice, and it's obvious that she is possessive and obsessed with him.

You are finishing your breakfast when you hear a knock at the door. You're surprised, but you get up from the table with your coffee cup in hand, you never know what you might find, and it's good to have a gun nearby.

Speak of the devil...

"Vincent." You say opening the door, the blond is on the other side, holding Vicky's leash.

"Hi, sorry if I woke you up."

"Not at all, is something wrong?"

It's true that the situation is not like before, but you can see that he's nervous and a bit worried, you're not going to deny him your help if you can really do something. Maybe something has happened with Alice.

"No, but... I wanted to ask you a favor, otherwise you're busy."

"No, no, tell me."

"I have to go to work, a colleague is sick and I have to work double shifts." He explains and points to Vicky. "Do you mind taking care of her? She's not much trouble, but sometimes she gets nervous when I'm away from home a lot."

"No, sure, no problem." You smile.

"Thanks, I'll try not to be too late, I promise. Shall I leave you the keys to my apartment or...?"

"W-whatever you prefer, it's all the same to me."

"Okay, here." He hands you a key. "He likes to sleep on my couch." He comments jokingly and you let out a chuckle.

"No problem, don't get too tired." You smile kindly, he nods his head gratefully, pats Vicky and then hurries downstairs. "Come on, Vicky, have you had breakfast yet? I'm sure you have, how about a walk?" you continue to talk to the animal as you walk into your house, you keep Vincent's key in your key set and let the animal explore the house as you go to change your clothes, thank goodness Whiskers is no longer in the house.

You get dressed in sports clothes, you have never been a very sporty person, but Vicky needs to run, you go to play with her a bit and make her run. You put her on the leash and leave the house.

**

Vincent comes home late from work, he's tired, it's been a long day, he just wants to get home and sleep for a few hours, the next day he's been given rest for doing a double shift, so he plans to stay in bed until it hurts, although he doubts it will be many hours, he knows his head won't let him sleep too much.

He is going upstairs remembering that you have spent all day with his little canine, it is late, so he decides not to bother you until tomorrow, your relationship as neighbors is a bit strained and he doesn't want to make things worse between you, he had liked you and would like to preserve your friendship if that is what he can call it. Slowly, so as not to disturb Vicky's sleep, he opens the door with a little 'click', it doesn't open too much, just enough to get his body in and he closes it again, he immediately notices that the apartment is warm, outside the winter is starting to become more harsh and he is grateful for the warmth he feels in there. He takes off his coat, leaving it on its hanger, walks to the living room to greet Vicky and stands in the doorway.

Vicky watches him from the couch, wagging her tail very slowly, greeting him, welcoming him home, yet she doesn't move, lying on the couch next to you, you are asleep cuddled against her slim little body, totally oblivious to the man's arrival. He swallows licking his lips, walks slowly over to you and careful not to startle you too much, touches your leg several times.

"What?" you raise your head like a spring, eyes narrowed in sleep.

"It's me, it's me." Vincent says holding up his hands to calm you down. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Vincent." You greet him by rubbing your eyes sitting on the couch, he pulls away a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to stay at your place, but Vicky was pretty nervous..."

"It's okay, don't worry about it." He smiles a little. "Has she been good anyway?"

"Yes, very well, we've gone for walks, runs, she's eaten and had a nap, but at night she's been a bit unruly." You joke, the animal whines and walks away knowing you are talking about her, you both laugh at the sight of her.

"I'm glad she didn't give you too much trouble..."

"She's a good girl." You try to hide a yawn and Vincent watches you carefully. "How was work?"

"Long, and boring... Can I offer you a coffee?" he invites you, like last time, nevertheless you nod.

"Yes, okay, but if you're tired..."

"No, I'm fine, I told you I don't sleep much." You shrug going towards the kitchen to make coffee.

You stretch, yawn, try to clear your head a bit as you listen to Vincent tinkering in the kitchen to prepare the coffee. You didn't mean to fall asleep, you had only gone into his house because Vicky wouldn't stop crying and you tried to take her home with you, but she hadn't moved from the couch, forcing you to stay there until she fell asleep and you fell asleep after her.

"Hey, Ash, do you want something to eat...?" You hear Vincent coming up to where you are, but he stays quiet.

Ash? Who's Ash? You'd like to ask him, but you see in his eyes the panic that's setting in. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"No thanks, coffee's fine."

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to..." He tries to apologize.

"It's okay, it's very late, maybe it would be better if I went home, besides Vicky is already calmer..." You interrupt him walking towards him, ready to leave the house, you see him bite his lip several times, as if he was holding back. "Good night, Vincent."

"Good night."

You say goodbye and walk out of his house into your own, feeling your heart go a mile a minute. You are confused and at the same time frustrated, why can't you talk to him like two normal people? Why is it so hard for you? You know it's not just because of yourself, you're sure the shadow of your upstairs neighbor has something to do with it. You groan in frustration and crawl into your bed, luckily it doesn't take you long to fall asleep. Nightmares don't accompany you that night either.

******

Things change after that day, Vincent asks you to help him with Vicky for several more days, you don't mind, the animal is calm and always behaves well, he has become accustomed to your presence and you like having her around.

With Vincent the conversations at the door of your houses has also become more routine, it is almost like an agreement between you, you spend several hours talking, or five minutes, but you always share a conversation or a greeting, there has been some tense moment when Alice has intervened, but he has always defused the situation and you have preferred to go home or go out to work and ignore the conversation you may be having.

That day you return from walking Vicky, Vincent had a night shift at work, so he asked you to look after her, otherwise you had nothing to do. Of course you agreed and in the morning you took her out for a little run on the beach before her human came home from work.

You are walking up the stairs when you hear screaming on the landing of your floor.

"Have you lost your mind?" you hear your neighbor say.

"Have I gone crazy? I'm doing this to help you!"

"You're not helping me at all, Alice! An innocent man has been accused!"

"You don't know that! He could be a bad person!"

"He didn't kill Ashley!"

"But you could have moved on! With me!"

You can't believe what you're hearing, disbelief plastered on your face as you keep Vicky by your side, you don't want them to realize you're there. Alice, from the first day you arrived, always made it clear that Vincent was her boyfriend, but you've never seen them together as such, plus he's not the first time she's mentioned an Ashley, possibly an ex, who happens to be dead and Alice has done something horrible to an innocent person... For him?

How far could his obsession go?

"I made it clear to you, Alice! I respect you, you're a great friend, but I don't feel that way about you." You can imagine the blond rubbing his hair nervously. "You've gone too far."

"It's because of her, isn't it?" When your name comes out of Alice's little, you feel goosebumps rise on your skin. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at her? That you spend a lot of time together now. She even takes Vicky out for a walk.

"It's her job, you're taking things out of context." He replies with a grunt. "And even if there was something, it's not your problem, Alice, I really appreciate how you feel about me, but you can't force me to feel the same way...much less throw a man in jail and decide when I'm ready to move on."

"It's been three years!"

"That's not your problem!"

You hear the downstairs doors open, the couple's shouting is starting to draw attention to the rest of the building, so you decide to go upstairs and intervene, get them to stop arguing, or at least bring it inside so as not to disturb the rest of the neighbors.

When you go upstairs, the conversation stops instantly. Alice's eyes flash with hatred, she seems to want to turn to you, but Vincent catches her gaze again and shakes his head.

"That's enough, Alice." He begs you. "You've done enough for me, now I'm asking you to leave and give me space."

"This is all your fault." She barks and her the stairs in a fury.

You close your eyes for a second, memories take over your mind and you unconsciously shrink into yourself, nervousness bubbles in your stomach, you feel a panic attack coming on until Vincent touches your shoulder. You open your eyes startled, seeing him looking worriedly at you. You try to smile to calm him down and shake your head.

"Are you okay?" You ask him and he smiles sniffling through his nose.

"I could ask you the same thing... What is she wearing?" he then asks.

Your attention falls on Vicky and a giggle escapes you. It's cold, winter has come to town and in the mornings the temperatures are quite low. Greyhounds are strong animals, but they don't have a lot of fur, so you had bought her a sweater so she would be warmer when you went out for your morning walks.

"She was cold and I bought her a sweater." You joke and see Vincent's smile grow bigger.

"Gee thanks." He chuckles. "I'll pay you back."

"No, you don't need to, she likes it, so that's good enough for me."

You study Vincent silently, Vicky is still by your side, his leash in your hands, he hasn't left his front door either, you both know it's an awkward and uncomfortable situation, you don't want to know more than Vincent wants to tell you, Vincent wants to say something, you can see him aggressively biting his lip, trying to calm his anxiety.

"I know I've turned down your proposals many times, but... Would you like some coffee?" you offer with a shy smile, he looks at you surprised, but laughs.

"Sure, I'd love some."

You open the door to the house, Vincent helps you as he is still getting a little stuck and you go inside, you leave Vicky's leash and collar on a coat rack you have and turn on the heat as you go into your kitchen to prepare the coffee.

Vincent observes everything with curiosity, you don't have many belongings, the shelves are barely decorated with some books, pictures or some collectible figures, it's quite impersonal, Vincent is surprised, he feels as if you are waiting for something, as if you have to run out at any moment, he wonders if your bags are all empty or if you have left some prepared as an emergency.

Your movement takes him out of his mind, his gaze follows you, you move from the kitchen to the living room where you leave several things on the table besides two steaming cups of coffee, the smell spreads through the house and suddenly Vincent feels trapped again in memories, in when he used to wake up next to Ash and they used to prepare breakfast together.

"Ashley is... was my wife." He tells you as you set the cups down on the table. "She died three years ago..." Your gazes connect and you see his eyes sadden, it's clear that his loss still hurts him. He knows you overheard the conversation with Alice on the stairs, as do many other neighbors.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I'm supposed to be over it by now, but it's getting hard..."

"That means you loved her, that she was important to you." You try to calm him down. "There's nothing wrong with it."

"No? The truth is, I'm not so sure anymore." He sighs walking over to the table, picking up one of the cups. "Maybe Alice is right and I need to move on for once...Ashley's not coming back."

"That's not for anyone to decide for you, Vincent, only you can know when you're ready to move on."

He looks sideways at you, chewing on his lip again, you sit next to him picking up the other cup and taking a sip after pouring yourself some milk.

"Vicky was a gift, you know, Ashley had bought her to surprise me..." He continues to tell you, chin resting on his hands, lying on the surface of your table, looking tired and defeated. "I didn't know what to do with it, I even came to believe that whoever had hurt her had left it there, as a constant reminder of what had happened to her..."

"Vincent..."

"I want to put it out of my mind, I want to move on..." His tone turns angry, frustrated, you bite your lip and the only thing you can think to do....

Is hug him.

You know that hugs don't help the bad memories to be forgotten, to extinguish the pain forever, but it relieves, in a passing way, the discomfort they provoke. You feel Vincent paralyzed in your arms, perhaps assimilating what you are doing, you close your eyes when his arms encircle your waist and you stay like that for a while. You don't know how much time passes, a few seconds, a few minutes until finally he breaks away from you, shifting nervously, he smiles gratefully, but averts his gaze.

"Thank you... sometimes I can't stop thinking..."

"I know, it's the stigma of trauma." You try to joke and he looks at you again with that intensity, wanting to know more, but at the same time saying nothing.

You finish your coffee, continue talking a bit about everything, Vincent unburdens himself to you and you let him tell you everything he needs to. You go into his house and he shows you old pictures, you meet Ashley, he tells you about her and his life before he came to live in New York, his voice still exudes all that love he felt, that he feels for her, but it's also mixed with the pain of his loss. You hug him again and this time, he reciprocates your embrace in the same moment.

"Thank you for listening to me" He says when you break the embrace.

"There's nothing to thank, you can count on me for whatever you need. You just have to knock." You smile and he mimics your gesture.

"I'll do."

********

The End.

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Hope you liked it.

See you in the next stories!

#my stuff #norman reedus #normanreedus #smut #one shot #vincent harris #a crime movie #vincent x reader #vincent x femreader #cute dog #vicky the dog #fluff #hurt/comfort #happy birthday #to me

[emodialisse]

Raise A Glass To The Unfinished Works I Wrote On My Way Home

I'm gonna post here some ideas I'm working on since last year for possible fanfics I'll post, not that I expect people to read, I just like to expose my silly thoughts. I deleted a few works here because I wasn't really ready to share them yet, but now I'm saying fuck it, we ball.

Caution warnings for: unlikely friendships, heavy themes within mundane scenarios, Otto's (shameful) military history and how it affected his life, family issues, internal homophobia that's treated like a plot device, Peter's anxiety putting himself in armed conflict situations, too many headcanons to fit into your luggage, drama, and all the characters running on five cups of coffee and takeout in a daily basis.

There will be more posts about specific works and I'll cite which character they're focused on. Let's start off with this one, that I wanted to base my entire alternate universe within the game (not Diaverse, that's an AU based on Earth 616)

– An alternative meeting between Otto and Peter much earlier in the game. Focused on Otto's point of view.

Otto has been struggling with his finances ever since he stopped taking up every job offer because he's hopeful to invest on a start-up. There's a planned trip for Schenectady to visit a relative he hasn't spoken to since his father's passing, but to level out that he has the company of Anna Watson, one of his ex-wife's friends that stook out the most for her support and their common relation to one May Parker. Anna makes a visit to Otto and they start to discuss plannings for the Mother's Day celebration that's gonna take place in the Parker's residence. Anna is insisting that Otto don't bother to help because she knows his situation is tough, but he's quite offended by that and tells her he is capable of handling himself.

Yes, the idea was to introduce Peter and Otto at this party. But they don't hold up a very productive conversation. Actually, May's the one to provide information about Peter, since the boy's very shy in Otto's opinion (he doesn't know Peter idolizes him to the point of hero ship). And in talking with May, she likes to draws the similarities between them, and furthermore asking why Otto has been quite distant and hasn't talked to her like they used to do. Otto gives up and tells her he hasn't been the same since leaving Oscorp, and is impressed because he never mentioned that to anyone. Especially because he thinks back to how he felt when his father died, it was the same week he had that doctor's appointment and so many exams had been scheduled. How sour the nights tasted on his tongue, and he swears there was a day his hand twitched with the weight of a [gun]. May tells him there's too much on their heads lately, Otto agrees and says she is quite busy herself, referencing May's participation in protests. May then reveals she's mulling over an opportunity to do something for herself that doesn't evolve around Peter and Ben's world (It's F.E.A.S.T). She loves them, but Peter has grown up too fast and she smiles remembering about that one time they brought a very cheap microscope for him, he looked so happy but even more out of their reach, ready to seek his own ambitions. Otto connects it to his adulthood. They talk some more until Anna arrives, as well as a few more guests, namely Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn. Otto knows them, Harry a little bit more, and immediately jokingly offers him a drink since his “peacock of a father” isn't there to complain at the lack of white wine. Otto knows Harry tries to, but he isn't remotely like Norman at all. There's a bit more story between Otto and the Osborns, because he had known Emily in health and sickness, and she was the only reason he continued to assist in Norman's research.

The idea was to play around with a thought I had: “This teased friendship with May... and then Peter... Why not expand on Otto's history connecting him to important people on Peter's life as well? Maybe a foster sense of belonging overgrows him whenever he sees Peter working on a contraption, May playing around to make him laugh, Anna's visits... and then his trip to Schenectady is cancelled since he's no longer feeling homesick, and starts to see more to this life he has build where he is right now.”

Anyway, this probably will manifest into a mocking one shot, where I'm gonna include Otto receiving visits from a chosen group of people [grant committee] from a heath care organization specialized in assisting veterans from the army, to his laboratory. He's still figuring out the name. All the while having some talks with May, now well adjusted on her job in F.E.A.S.T and they touch on the terms of grief and how it changes the relationships around you. She felt helpless, and that made her understand Peter a bit more, even before what happened [arriving late, be it for school or other compromises]. Even Anna was also a lot more present on her life after that, May jokes about growing sick of how much she craves Anna's carrot cake and hibiscus tea every time she shows up at her doorstep, claiming she has never been a fan of neither of those things.

The idea was to motivate Otto to interact more with the boy when he showed up at their home in Queens, leading to him to offer the internship in the future. Despite the game having Peter say it was because of May's word alone, I wanted to expand more and have it make sense for the context of both Otto's and Peter's lives connecting paths in some way. First May comparing their behaviors, Otto's conversation in Peter's bedroom at the Mother's Day party where Peter told him they met once in Midtown High. At the time Otto was in a dark place and apologizes for not remembering Peter's face. And of course, graduation day. Everything to lead up to Peter visiting the laboratory for the first time, and he feels like it's a Christmas morning. When Peter reads the plate “Octavius Industries” he thinks too loudly that it escapes his mouth about the lack of creativity in the name, as it's too much similar to other famous enterprises. Otto is confused to why would that be a bad thing, and Peter tells him people are sick of seeing fancy names and not actual changes. Otto tells him there was none of that discussion when he was in grad school, and Peter responds stating that Otto had never "hit the pot" back then. There's a little bit of backstory, because I can't contain myself, about Otto smoking weed in the army and other little rebellions he did because he was away from home, but that's for another day.

I did plan romance between them in this work, but it'll be official only next in a series I wanted to start based on this. It would explore other characters as well, like Robbie and Betty from the Bugle, Mary Jane, Curt Connors and Martin Li. And of course, many are focused on Peter's point of view by then.

Here's a preview of the three main stories (much like the game has three chapters in the DLC, ha) all to build the timeline filled with the how's and the why's of their relationship. To name a few: How did Peter know he was in love, wasn't it just a hero crush? Otto had definitely fallen first, that's for sure, and has been pining over something he thinks he don't deserve. Why does he feel that way about Peter specifically? Is it the age thing? The work thing? Is it his hot dog stinky breath thing? The thingiest thing that things? Well, that and other questions I have from the many conversations with my mirror that needed answers, so I wrote it all down in my WhatsApp group in the exact exasperated way, with additional exclamation points and emojis.

– Betty is Peter's oldest and by far his most successful workplace friendship, he scaped many of Triple J's trash talking because of her, and she was the one who put most faith in his passion for photography beyond his work with Spider-Man. He's surprised one afternoon where she announces her marriage to Ned Leeds on spring and handles him an invitation. Peter has some controversial opinions about Ned but is nonetheless attending because whatever makes Betty happy must have some positive side to it. It's a short story centered around Peter venting about his insecurities regarding romantic relationships, so the stage Otto and him are is pretty low.

– Otto is planning to take Maria Alice's hand the next weekend, but some circumstances at Oscorp are making harder and harder for him to concentrate on the perfect scenario to ask her, and Norman seems to be holding secrets from him. Luckily, Curt Connors, the intern that had been working with them for six months now is not so dull headed and actually helps him behind the curtains with a special case that arrived this morning. This will be a multiple chapter work to explain why Otto was so much in a dark places at the time he left Oscorp, discovering things not only about one of his closest friend but also realizing some things about himself. Let's just say Otto's affinity for Peter and their future relationship isn't entirely unknown waters. That leads me to think Otto is pretty much more confident about this thing between them because, despite what believe, Otto is more experienced than Peter, in matters of the deep form of love that is.

– Robbie Robertson and Mary Jane Watson have to work alongside Spider-Man thanks to the causality of the trouble they're putting themselves into for someone they believe is NYPD's bait to dismantle Fisk's art auctions networks linked to the criminal underground, only because like them, the guy was at the wrong place at the wrong time, but heavy allegations are working against them, and it's up to Peter Parker to believe that the police might be wrong, but Robbie and MJ aren't going to sit down and watch the circus burn. This is also going to be a multiple chapters work, focusing more on establishing Robbie as the owner of the Daily Bugle and how he could restore its reputation after the rash exit of Jonah Jameson, as well MJ's journey to debut herself in her new job as an investigative reporter. It's kind of a sequel to that one story with Betty, because it features lots of scenes with Otto and their developing relationship, a little more mature from the conversations they had and all the miscommunication. I think an action packed mystery works perfectly to conclude a romance.

When this is finished, I'll probably do anthology works, which I'll discuss later in other posts. Just a little reminder for myself to not loose track of the stuff I have divided in many google Docs that are driving me insane. That and I want to talk about Diaverse Octospider too, because why not?

#otto octavius #peter parker #dia talks #dia writes? #octospider

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

hi sugar! i love your fics so much. they never fail to put a smile on my face! just out of curiosity since you write both lee! and ler! reader, what percentage lee/ler do you headcanon the characters you write for to be? if any? iirc i think you mentioned harry being a lee-leaning switch, so i wonder how you would label the rest of the characters you currently have written for. have a great day/night and thank you for sharing your amazing work! <3

Awwww 🥺 Thank you so much anon!!! I'm so happy my fics have brought you so many smiles!!! /gen /p

I'm so excited about this ask ahhsdhhfhf 🤭☺️ Time for some hcs~! (Under the cut because I got super rambly /lh)

Harry Osborn (TASM) - I definitely see him as a lee-leaning switch. This sweet honeybun grew up with an awful father (Sending him off to boarding school at age 11? Sending him SCOTCH on his 16th birthday??? Fuck you Norman) and he didn't get to experience the joy he very much deserves to experience. A good 65-70 percent of the time, Harry just really needs a laugh and he finds tickling to be such a joyful, happy way to bond with his friends, especially because of how touch-starved he is (Peter was the one who first found out (and this is also when Harry found out) that he's ticklish).

I think as time goes on, the percentage would be a good 55% lee and 45% ler, because when Harry's friends are happy and giggly, he gets happy and giggly 🥺 He absolutely loves seeing you and Peter laugh and giggle. (As time goes on he becomes a wickedly skilled ler and it's a little scary LMAO /lh /hj) Harry is definitely a timid lee, and affection of any kind flusters him and gets him all blushy and giggly, but he also loves playfully provoking and insulting you and Peter because he knows you're gonna tickle him more for it. As a ler, Harry is a total. sweetie. pie. 🥰 He loves playfully teasing and cutesy-talking lees and just acting like the most adorable tickle monster in existence. He's a sweetie, but he's also adorably petty, so he'll find any excuse to tickle you to bits.

On rare occasions, he'll be totally ruthless. I'm talking, if you and Peter spend a good week and a half provoking him, he'll be silently plotting revenge (be prepared to laugh for an HOUR- AHSJSHD) Don't worry though, Harry won't ever take it too far and although he's quite terrifying as a ruthless ler, he'll always stop when you want him to and he'll always make sure you're okay (he just wants you to laugh and be happy 🥺 he cares about you)

Peter 3 - This dork is definitely a ler-leaning switch. Total tickle monster. I'd say he's a ler about 65-70 percent of the time and a lee the other 35-30 percent. I do think that with Harry in particular, it's a good 50-50 split. His quips and sass just give off such ler energy (the "somebody's been a bad lizard" voice. He's gonna do that voice all the time) But he also just wants to be able to forget everything that stresses him in regards to being Spider-Man and getting tickled to bits works wonders for that. He's a super giggly lee. Super duper giggly. And he's weak to teasing of any kind. For some reason I hc that with Gwen, Peter becomes a lee a good 95 percent of the time. Gwen can tickle Peter to the floor effortlessly LMFAO 💀 Likes tickling, likes being tickled, Switch!Peter 🥰

Spencer Reid - Major ler (totally not self indulgent right here AHSJSHDJ) who occasionally gets tickled (By Morgan and Prentiss especially). He's just so... terrifyingly good at tickling??? Which really shouldn't be surprising but for some reason it is- He loves when his friends are laughing. I think that in a lot of ways, Spencer sees it as a good way to cheer them up when he can't necessarily find the words to, or perhaps, tickling and his infodumps in tandem are just such a flustering (but extremely comforting) combination. I feel like he's a good 90-95 percent ler and 10-5 percent lee. If he's being tickled by people he really trusts, I think he'd be more open to it. I can definitely also see him using tickling as payback for a prank (that one prank war between him and Morgan was so effing funny) because he is absolutely not gonna hold back on revenge, as is evident by this clip, and this one at the end LMFAO-

Emily Prentiss - Writing this particular section is sending me into complete and utter bi panic AHSJSHSHDJ 🤭 She's a ler. Straight up. Just absolute ler. 100 percent of the time. Emily Prentiss is the resident expert tickler at the BAU. (Hc that she has absolutely tickled Derek and Spencer to the floor more than once. At the same time) I feel like she's got a couple weak spots, but you'll barely be able to get one poke in before she's turned the tables and starts wrecking your shit. Emily knows how to tease and she's gonna use every single ounce of skill. She loves her friend's reactions to "ler Emily." All of them are precious. (I'm still not over that clip where she straight up tickled Spencer's side as she walked by- his reaction is so CUTE and her reaction to his reaction is also CUTE- Bi panic. Bi panic. I am bi panicking AHSHHS)

Peter Maximoff - I definitely feel like Peter is a lee-leaning switch, 59 percent lee, 41 percent ler. This dork loves to be silly. I hc him as a super sassy lee (lmfaooo "whip. laaaaaaash.") Tell me he wouldn't use his mutant powers to annoy the daylights outta someone until they tickled him (and clearly he could get away if he wanted to. Man makes a speeding bullet look like it's moving at a turtle's pace) He's the goofiest ler ever. I'm talking he's cracking jokes the whole time (I love this speedster idiot)

Bucky Barnes - For Bucky, I feel like he's a ler more often than not, but he does not mind being a lee at all with someone he trusts (Steve, Sam, you). It's a nice change of pace for Bucky to see that he's the reason behind someone's joyful giggles (especially because of all the pain and grief caused by The Winter Soldier). So a ler leaning switch. I'd say he's a ler 70-77 percent of the time, and a lee the other 30-23 percent of the time. Of course, if you're tickling him, he can turn the tables at any point, but he trusts you, and you trust him 🥺

Loki - Oh my lawdy lawd. The only one who can tickle Loki and live to tell the tale is Thor. Very rarely would Loki allow someone else to tickle them. If Loki absolutely trusted you to the fullest extent, they'd let you test a spot or two, but they'd be very quick to put a halt to it and start tickling you instead AHDJDHDHF- 98 percent ler, 2 percent lee. Cause let's be honest, of course the trickster would rather be tickling you than getting tickled. Though, I do think that if they were feeling alright being a little more vulnerable in a moment, they'd be more open to the idea. You can bet they'll be game for tickle fights though (and unless Thor comes to your rescue, Loki always wins)

Anon, this was so much fun!!! I'm so sorry it took a while to answer this /gen 🥺 I wanted to do a little elaborating on why I think these lee/ler/switch labels would suit these characters 🖤 Thank you so much for the ask, anon!!! /gen /p

#sugar-rambles #sugar-answers #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #tickle hcs

[peterparkers7evilexes]

okay but I can't stop thinking about Peter introducing harry to tony and tony seeing the boy and being so reminded of himself at that age and his relationship with howard (yes that's what I'm implying) that he has to have the boy. harry obviously has major daddy issues and tony has a thing for taking good care of broken boys that they, and peter, work perfectly. please, I just want to see harry happy for once.

Y’all ridin the same wavelength and i’m here for it. I love finding my Harry some happiness.

When Harry goes a week without laughing, only the faintest of pained smiles at Peter’s dumb jokes, Peter says he has a plan to ‘cheer Harry up’, which sounds vaguely ominous.

“Stark Tower?” Harry says incredulously, looking up at the massive skyscraper, raising an eyebrow at Peter.

“C'mon,” Peter says, taking him by the hand and dragging him in.

Peter leads them to the lab where his internship is, and Harry startles when he sees Tony Stark himself stooped over a workbench, welding massive joints of metal together. He looks like a totally different man - nothing like the posturing playboy Harry's seen at galas and conferences.

Stark looks at them and grins, shutting his tools down and straightening up. As he comes over to greet them, Harry can't help but stare at the thin black tank clinging to his broad chest, his eyes tracing the faint glow of his arc reactor the sheen of sweat down his shoulders and over his bulging biceps. To his side, Peter giggles and gives him a sly little smirk, and Harry stamps on his foot.

“Pete, hey. You didn't say you'd be bringing a friend.” Stark claps a friendly hand onto Peter's shoulder, pulling him into his side for a hug, and Harry bristles, any attraction giving way to a sharp sting of possessiveness.

“It's a pleasure, Mr. Stark,” Harry says coolly, watching the way Stark's fingers curl ever tighter around Peter's bony shoulders.

Stark laughs and shakes his hand genially. “No need to be so formal, Harry. Any friend of Pete's is a friend here.”

As it turns out, Stark seems to mean it. He gladly shows Harry around the lab, never once bringing up his father or OsCorp, never making him feel stupid. Harry finds himself drawn in by the man’s charm and - he sees the appeal, he has to reluctantly admit.

He starts coming over to Stark Tower with Peter more regularly, and to his amazement, Tony Stark genuinely seems to take a shine to him. He watches as Tony grasps Peter by the back of the neck, looking over his shoulder at his programming and idly imagines it's him, thinks about Tony pushing him down over his workbench and fucking him, murmuring sweet, filthy words of praise, even pictures Peter sitting on the table beside them, kicking his legs and watching with his bright smile on his face.

And then one day Norman goes too far and Harry has nowhere to go - he can't think and he's running to the subway, his vision blurred with tears and he finds himself standing in front of Stark Tower.

He lets himself up with the access code Tony gave him and his feet take him to the lab, a place Harry now associates with safety and being wanted. He can already feel himself calming down, the anxiety slowly ebbing away, but he's still unfocused enough that he walks right into the lab without knocking.

“Harry!”

He blinks, staring in shock as he meets Peter's eyes, his best friend sitting in Tony's lap and currently impaled on cock. Harry’s frozen in place, his eyes hungrily drinking him in. Peter's naked, his skin flushed with exertion and arousal, his lips bitten pink and wet. Between his plump asscheeks, he can see the thick base of Tony's cock buried deep and snug inside Peter, splitting him open. The man himself is still mostly dressed, his usual black tank clinging to his chest and jeans still bunched around his dark thighs.

As Harry looks up at Tony, the older man gives him an unbothered grin, then actually thrusts up into Peter's ass, dragging a startled mewl from him. “Everything okay, Harry?”

The question knocks Harry back to himself and, despite his now rock hard dick, he finds himself crying again in the worst possible situation.

“Not really,” he says miserably, ducking his head, humiliated as tears roll down his cheeks.

There's a murmured curse, then the shifting of fabric and the chair squeaking, and then Harry finds himself being embraced by Tony and Peter. “Hey, Har, you're okay,” Peter says, pressing his forehead against Harry's, uncaring that he's still totally naked.

“You're staying here tonight,” Tony says in a firm voice, gently guiding Harry to the sofa in the corner of the lab. “Have you eaten yet, Harry?”

Overwhelmed and anxious again, Harry just shakes his head. He watches in some detached amazement as Peter and Tony immediately take care of him exactly the way he needs. Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist and cuddles up to him, telling Harry stupid knock-knock jokes until he laughs. Tony tends to him like a mother hen, ordering from Harry's favorite Thai place and giving him a thick blanket and pillows.

Eventually, Harry relaxes enough that there's room for embarrassment in his head again. “I'm so sorry about walking in on you two,” he grimaces.

“You didn't seem to hate it,” Tony says with a pointed grin, leaning back in his seat.

Harry flushes and shrugs. Fuck it. “It's hot. I'd fuck both of you. Whatever.”

Peter leans forward into his space suddenly, eager and delighted. “Wait. You really mean that, Harry?” He looks at Tony gloatingly. “See, I told you he wanted to fuck you too. Dumb old man.”

Harry looks between them, bewildered. “He's Tony Stark, Pete.”

When Peter flips Tony a triumphant middle finger, Tony just rolls his eyes, but the corner of his lips are upturned. “All this is to say, I think we're propositioning you. Not tonight,” he adds hastily, “but when you're in a more emotionally safe place. And only if you wanted it, of course.”

The tenderness that wells up in Harry's heart is nearly enough to make his eyes sting again. He can't remember his own father ever concerning himself with his son's emotional well-being. “Yes. Yes. But, um,” he thinks about the scene he'd walked in on, his dick twitching in his jeans. “I wouldn't say no to watching the both of you finishing what you were doing tonight. Just as a primer, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” Tony agrees silkily, squeezing Harry's shoulder meaningfully. The gesture sends a shiver down his spine.

Without delay, Peter's naked again and straddling Tony's lap, beaming at Harry. “Thank God,” he says loudly. “Thought I was gonna have to jerk myself off tonight thinking about you two assholes finally fucking.”

“Would you like to help me shut him up?” Tony asks politely, tangling his fingers through Peter's hair to hold him still.

“Yes, sir,” Harry says with a smirk, and he pushes himself up to press his lips against Peter's, Tony's voice warm in his ear.

#starkerborn #starker #parksborn #tw:mention of child abuse #nff #longpost #my shit #anon #ask #fic