#It took me over two days to get comfy with the idea of a spider DEAD OR ALIVE chilling in the corner

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Gary (spider) has been dead in the ceiling corner for 2 weeks. I (broke) had no way to clean it up or reach it until I got paid (not broke). Tonight, I look up and Gary is gone for the first time in two weeks (the horror).

[studyingmoominvalley]

"I'm Looking Out For My Drummer"

Fandom: Across The Spiderverse

Characters: Captain Stacy, Hobie Brown

Spoilers?: many

Warnings: spoilers (obviously), guns, mentions of murder, talk about racism, talk about how messed up America is, mentions of suicide because of how messed up America is, America

Continue only if you're okay with that

(Based on how I imagine their interaction would go)

The lights were off.

That's how he liked it. Plus, the windows lit the room up enough. Beats paying extra energy bills. He tossed his police jacket onto the back of the couch as he slumped over the seat himself. An exhausting day...

And, surprisingly harder.

Things had gotten difficult for him and the rest of the police force since Spider-Woman disappeared. Well... disappeared is an understatement. He knew what had happened. But how was anyone supposed to believe him? He wouldn't even know where to start, no less if he explained it into a mirror. He'd look like a complete lunatic. But... oh well. They called him a lunatic for various reasons. His eyes drifted to the pin on his jacket. Blue, pink, white.

...He just wanted his daughter back.

The cold breeze blew gently across his face as he let out a shaky sigh. Why her? Why was it always her? Why couldn't she just have it easy? First her peers, society, her band, and now this... spider stuff. He could never blame her; it was never her fault. It was just stupid, annoying coincidences that life threw her way. And now he was one of them.

It had been a month.

His gaze sharpened, realising the absence of his badge, and his jacket. It must have fallen down or something, whatever. He turned onto his back, staring up at... what should be the ceiling. But instead, he came face to face with someone he did not recognise. At first, he didn't move. His eyes were fixated on the hazel ones, his face stuck in a state of shock. Though, the person he looked up at seemed way more relaxed towards the fact they had just broken into someone's home. The jacket was in their hands, and they held it up in front of him.

"This yours, mate?"

Now he was snapped back to attention, and he threw himself onto the floor, stumbling as he ran toward his bag which he had dropped beside the door. He dug through, not wasting a moment of his time. The intruder just stared at him, their expression unchanging as they carelessly tossed the jacket to the side. The captain soon pulled out a pistol, aiming it toward them. The safety was on, of course, so it was only to threaten them.

"Put your hands in the air!" He yelled, "You are under arrest for trespassing on private property!"

And yet their hands remained in their jacket pockets.

"Hands up, now!" Still nothing. "This gun is loaded and I will shoot! So do as I say and nobody gets hurt!"

"Nah, safety's on." How could they... He sighed, dropping the gun and running his fingers through his hair. He didn't need this right now, and he had no idea how old this person was, why they were specifically here and why they were disobeying a cop.

"Could you at least close the window...?" It took a moment of the two staring at each other for the window to be closed. The captain had ended up closing it himself, as the intruder instead relaxed on the couch.

"Nice sofa."

"..Excuse me?" He turned toward them, his eyes meeting the back of their wicks

"Your sofa. Proper comfy, yeah?"

Ah. They're British.

"Yes. Thanks. Is that all you wanted to say?" The annoyance was clear in his voice as he snatched his jacket from the floor. His eyes caught them, and it was... weird. Their entire colour palette had just drained completely. Not a single colour, all black and white. This person was an absolute weirdo... They shook their head yet said nothing. "It would be helpful if you actually spoke to me."

"I talk to you when I want to talk to you. Get off my ass, fam, literally." That relaxed tone remained in their voice, but it felt a lot more assertive than previously. It was enough to make the captain stop questioning them and just... sit on the couch next to them.

Silence.

"So..." He tried to strike conversation, unsure if it would even get anywhere. The intruder glanced his way as he spoke. At least they seemed interested. "Friend of Gwen?"

"Knew I got the right place," the intruder smiled, looking back forward, "Yep. Got me straight, officer."

A pause.

"You don't look straight." Where the hell did that come from? God, he needed to get himself together, he made those jokes all the time around Gwen.

Dammit... Gwen.

The other laughed softly, their arms resting behind their head. "Got me gay then." They sat quietly for a moment, the colour returning to their body but with a blue hue. What were they, some kind of mood ring? Must be, since even their relaxed face seemed to sadden slightly. Then, they spoke again. "She's gonna come back, yeah? You can't be grouching forever."

"You don't understand, she-"

Their glare felt like daggers, and quickly silenced him. Without even intending to, he had struck a nerve. Would he ever win with this person?

"I bet I know more than she told ya. Don't give me that bull." Man... are British people always this aggressive? He sighed, continuing his sentence.

"I'm sorry... about that... It's just... I'm the reason she's gone." Pouring your heart out to a complete stranger. Well done, Captain Stacy. The other seemed to be listening, his glare relaxing as he spoke. "I should have just... listened to her, you know? No matter what happened to her, no matter what double life she lives, no.." He choked on his words, letting out a shaky sigh before completing his sentence, "...no matter what happened to Peter... she's still my daughter." The intruder nodded, looking away. "And it hurts me to be the reason she left... I wish I could have stood by her..."

"Then why didn't you?"

That question shot his heart deep. His chest ached and his body froze. Why didn't he...? He was blinded by grief. He was so intent on finding this Spider-Woman that he pushed his own daughter away. He was absorbed in his own hero story that he never once stopped to think how much of a villain he was being. If a policeman was supposed to look after the city... why did he fail at being a father? He glanced up at the other, who faced forward but still had their hazel eyes fixated on him. Their blue hue was replaced by a red which seemed to fill the room. It seemed to hurt his own eyes and he looked back at the floor in hiding. His silence wasn't helping.

"You play martyr, and yet it's folks like you who cause the most damage." Their voice was low, their passion and rage clearly present but not to the point they were completely lashing out. "We're broke. Society, people, it's all damaged, yeah? So are you. Kids her age are alone, scared, because you're what's scaring them. You're not on her side, as much as you say you are. The fact she's been with me for this past month shows that."

He remained silent, just listening to what they had to say. They had no words, they had no argument, because he knew what they said was true. Yet there must be something he could say... he wasn't entirely a bad person, right? He didn't want to be.

"All I've done..." he choked out, "Is stand by her, talk to her... listen to her... I'm not a bad-"

"Oh have you?" The other interrupted, now turning to face him completely. Their voice rose, a complete contrast to their calmer tone from before. "Have you talked to her? Have you listened to her? Because the last I checked, when she last talked to you, you pointed a gun at her and tried to arrest her for the murder of her best friend. The one chance you had to see her for who she was, and you pointed a gun at her."

"I was in a bad place! I didn't know-"

"Yeah well I do!" They stood up from the couch, towering over him as they yelled, "I know more about Gwen than you ever will! The first night she stayed over at my place, she was crying. She was crying to me about how you hurt her! She's lost so much, and now you've only added to that! She deserves someone who will care for her and accept her no matter who she is! You accepted her as a girl, so why can't you accept her for being bit by a bloody spider?! She never chose either option!"

"I am a cop! I acted as a cop in that situation, because I am a cop! I cannot let someone off because they are my daughter! I was being a-"

He found himself unable to speak. Something had covered his mouth and now the entire couch had been shoved over. The intruder was standing over him, electric guitar in hand, pure rage on his face.

"Then why did you have a daughter, god damn it?!" He was trembling... why was he scared? He should have had the upper hand here, but his mouth, his wrists were covered and pinned by... webs? "People like you are the reason teenagers kill themselves every year! I've seen it too many times! You go on about being there for them, listening to their struggles, and yet you put being a bloody bobbie in front of being a dad?! You tried to shoot your own daughter because she was trying to save people! I'm sorry she lost some friend, I'm sorry you lost this friend, but people die! People die in this job! Being who we are isn't a walk in the bloody park! We're not Mother Theresa! You have no right taking it out on your own daughter! You were the last person she had left, and you threw it away; you're lucky she's even alive at all!"

They stood there, breathing heavily and glaring daggers down at the captain. They took a breath in, relaxing slightly and stepping away. The captain tried to unstick his wrists from the floor as the other held their head and sighed. The red was gone, and the blue was back. And silence hung over the room again.

...he couldn't argue with them anymore. He was the worst father Gwen could have.

"I was scared to come here."

This statement caught him by surprise, and he watched as the other sat down on the ground and glanced over their guitar. "I know what you lot are like in America. Gun violence isn't too popular in England, but it feels every direction you turn in this place is a death trap. I know you pointed that gun at me because I broke into your house, but if I was just walking down the street..." They trailed off. But the captain knew what he was talking about.

"It... is dangerous, being like us. Black, gay, trans. And that's not even the end of it, man. It's intense. I'm... surprised you're not... y'know... ya get me? I thought I was going to die... you know what that's like? Fearing for your life every single day, every single time you leave the house? I'm lucky not to live in a place with gun violence, but racism, transphobia, it's still a thing. And it puts folks like me, like Gwen, Pav, in danger. And..." They paused, looking down at him, "...officers are apart of the problem. Officers are apart of the reason people like us die. You see why we're scared?"

He nodded.

"It's hard being spider people as well. You never know when it will be that someone you love, or even you yourself, are gonna die. It's like walking on glass. Imagine what your daughter's going through." He... had an idea. Being shunned by society, every walk outside possibly being your last, as well as putting yourself in danger constantly just to protect others, fearing that one day you won't save one of them. It was like his job, but...

He didn't know what it was like to fear for his life.

He had no right to speak for her. He knew nothing. About her, about anyone.

He stopped struggling, and lay there in silence. The other sat there, quietly strumming a song on his guitar. Though it wasn't plugged into an amp, the officer recognised the muted song. Now he had way more context... the song made more sense. People spoke up about how messed up society was, and yet people like him brushed it off as some song.

The beating of the drums, crying desperately for someone to follow their rhythm. And yet they were drowned out. She needed acceptance, and yet she never got it. She needed love, and he never gave it. She needed justice...

And they got it.

He listened to the song, shutting his eyes and taking in its meaning. Police officers let power get to their head. So many people let power get to their heads, and cause the deaths of millions. So many people who don't fit the norm are cast out, hurt, discriminated. And yet he only contributed to the problem. His power overtook, and he lost his daughter.

The muted strumming paused. A shaky sigh escaped the other's lips, and they placed the instrument down. Their eyes fixated on the ground, fingers picking at the roots of the carpet, before they spoke up again.

"'I don't want to go home'..." The quiet phrase drew the officer's attention. "That's what she told me that night... 'I don't want to go back, Hobie... I'm scared. I'm scared of what he might do to me... He tried to shoot me... Why couldn't he see his own daughter, Hobie...?' Why...?" They rubbed their eyes, leaning their forehead into their hand. They were waiting for some kind of answer, but they knew they wouldn't receive one. The officer didn't even have an answer to give regardless. The fact that he hurt his own daughter this much... that was enough of a wakeup call.

Hearing it in her words, from someone who was by her side when he left her. When she was vulnerable. He... respected this person. Hobie, they said their name was. He respected Hobie, despite them having no respect for him. He wouldn't respect himself either. Not after this...

"Here." He watched as Hobie slid a small box covered in newspaper over to him. He looked at it with a confused glance. "She's going to come back here. She has no choice. Give it to her." They stood once more, walking over and removing the webs which held the captain down, including the one on his mouth. He took a moment to breath through it before he spoke again.

"How do you know...?"

"I've been planning this since the beginning. I know the others like the backstreets of Camden, bruv. And I know those because I grew up around those parts. Didn't grow up around the others but... it's what happens when you watch from the sidelines." They wandered back to the window, slinging their guitar onto their back and lifting the window up. They sat on the windowsill as the officer slowly sat up, watching them.

"You're... a good friend," he admitted, "She's needed someone like you for a long time..."

The other smiled, swinging their legs out of the window.

"I'm just looking out for my drummer."

And they were gone.

[kimmysurveyblog]

42

What's for dinner tonight? We did breakfast for dinner! Pancakes, breakfast sausage and strawberries.

Do you prefer cold or room temperature drinking water? Cold.

How many different things have you had to drink today? Water, cold brew, iced coffee lol.

When you read a book, do you use a bookmark or simply dog ear/fold the top of the page? My boyfriend got me a super cute Stardew Valley bookmark for Mother's Day!

What's the nearest city to you with a population of at least one million? Toronto.

During the pandemic, did you use reusable or disposable masks? Both. I use disposable now if I'm forced to go out when sick or going to a crowded place during cold & flu season.

What is your favourite local restaurant? Not comfy sharing.

Have you ever been harassed while minding your own business walking down the street? I'm a woman, so yes.

Do you own a gun? Have you ever thought about getting one? Noooooo. No.

Do you know anyone who owns a gun? Perhaps for hunting?

What year is/was your 10 year high school reunion? Will you (or did you) attend? 2018. I did not attend.

Do you cut your sandwiches into triangles or rectangles? I don't cut them.

Have you ever seen a panda in real life? Where was it? No.

Are there any postcards hanging around the house? If so, where are they from? From a friend I met off of Twitch in England.

Does it snow where you live? Yes!

When was the last time you took a flight? Where did you go? I've never flown, nor do I want to.

Is there a flight path over your house? I think so.

Does your neighbourhood have a lot of hills? I'd say no but I had an online friend visiting from a different province and he told me it definitely does, so maybe.

Have you ever had Covid? What was your experience like? I think we've managed to avoid it somehow. We haven't tested the last few times we've been sick though.

Do you have any alcohol in your house right now? A few IPAs.

Do you tend to keep alcohol around the house for when you might want it? Not typically.

Has a romantic partner ever given you a pet as a gift? No.

Do you ever talk on the phone with friends? Sometimes! I do a every-few-weeks catchup with one of my friends, and an every-couple-of-months catchup with another.

What was the last thing someone said to you in person? My boyfriend complained about something one of our neighbours did.

Are you hungry right now? What would you like to eat? I'm still full from dinner.

How far away are your parents right now? They died.

Do you believe in aliens? Yes.

Have you ever been bitten by a spider? Perhaps as a child.

Do you own any clothing made from animal products like leather or fur? No.

What's the best vacation you've ever been on? I'm not sure.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Boyfriend's dad/stepmom/sister are coming over. His dad is helping fix a couple of things in our house and his stepmom & sister are visiting with my kiddo & I. :) I've been enjoying how much time we've been spending with them lately.

What's the longest movie you've ever seen?  Nooo idea.

What movies did you watch a lot as a kid?  ^

How many rooms are in your home?  Two bedrooms.

Do you ever experience imposter syndrome?  Sometimes.

What was the last place you rode to in a car?  Grocery store.

Do you have a PayPal account? If so, how often do you use it? Yup! Once or twice a month.

Are you cold right now?  Not really.

How old will you be at your next birthday?  33.

Before this one, when was the last time you took a survey?  Earlier today.

Can you skip rope?  Maybe. I don't know the last time I tried.

Have you ever participated in a charity fundraising event?  No.

What is your hair like at the moment?  In a bun, as usual.

Do you like cucumber?  Yes!

What do you like and dislike about your job? (or your last job)  I liked that it was super chill. I hated the night shift though.

Have you ever had a dream job? If so, did you give up on it, and why? Or do you happen to have that dream job? I really wanted to be a PSW and became one but couldn't handle it.

What's the last sitcom you watched? Friends.

What car did your parents or guardian drive when you were growing up?  I don't remember.

Do you have milk in your fridge right now? What kind?  Yes. 3.25% for my daughter.

Are you left or right handed? Right.

If you have your ears pierced, how old were you when you got them done?  I was a baby. I don't know what age.

Do you have any other piercings?  Not currently.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone?  Added something to the grocery list I share with my bf.

Have you ever been on a winery tour?  Yes.

When was the last time you were hungover?  A few months ago.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it? Yes. Once or twice per day.

Are you wearing your favourite colour today?  No. I just want to add this because it made me smile today. I'm wearing a Pikachu shirt and I went grocery shopping this evening. A kiddo, probably 8 or 9, gasped when he saw me and said, "I LOVE YOUR POKEMON SHIRT!!" It was very sweet. :)

Would you ever want to visit South Korea?  Yes.

How many times in your life have you been in love?  Twice.

Do you like your name?  No.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Just for Us

Request: Heyyy I saw you were looking for requests.. mine is for Chris Evans, how about they both star in the MCU and after all those years reader and Chris get into a relationship and keep it secret for awhile but then decide it’s time the others should know before the media find out first :) Maybe Seb and Mackie could admit they had a bet on it as one of the reactions?

A/n: I just checked my drafts and found this. Thought I posted it months ago, but here it sat. So sorry about that. Just another reason that I’m the worst 🥰 Also, didn’t do much editing so sorry if it sucks

I have this weird guilt of replacing anyone from the MCU, even fictionally lol, so random original character thrown in.

Conventions were the best and the worst. It was incredible getting to meet and interact with so many fans, but it was so many fans. It was difficult sometimes, going on for so long with so few breaks. You picked up your pen as someone asked Tom a question about his upcoming Spider-Man movie, and began doodling, drawing Tom as a spider getting chased by Anthony and Sebastian, who continually pick on him. It only made sense.

Chris looked over at the paper in front of you, chuckling softly at it, but not getting the opportunity to say anything about it. “My question is for y/n and Chris! Your two characters seem to be getting pretty close,” the fan pointed out as she looked to you and Chris, who was sat next to you for the panel. “Is there any chance we’ll see some Maya x Steve action sometime soon?” The crowd roared with oooh’s as she finished the question.

Chris threw his hands out in a shrug, turning to look at you with his arm slung across the back of your chair. You could only shrug, not knowing what else you could say either. “One of the most frustrating parts of this job is that so much is a secret, even to us. I honestly have no idea what’s in store for Maya and Steve.”

“But it really wouldn’t hurt my feelings, if we’re throwing it out there,” Chris joked.

“Mmm,” you hummed, pretending to think. “I don’t know, I think I’d pick Bucky if I got to chose.”

The audience screamed at your answer as Chris threw his hands up in confusion, as if asking what’s wrong with me. You leaned over to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug, your head leaning against his as you laugh. “I’m just joking.”

“Ay, you can’t have Buck nasty anyways. He’s mine,” Anthony butted in, nodding his head confidently.

Sebastian shook his head, “Bucky already has an intimate relationship with his trauma.” His eye brow raised as one should shrugged up to his ear. The rest of the panel moved on, asking question after question until time had finally run up and you all broke for lunch.

“I love doing these conventions and all, but I swear the day moves by so slow,” you whine as you drop onto the couch Chris and Sebastian were sitting at, your head leaning against Chris’s shoulder.

Anthony let out a laugh as he sat in an adjacent chair, “I’d argue it moves too damn fast. You know, like what the hell just happened out there? I don’t fucking know.”

“Words,” you said simply. “Too many of them.” The boys laughed and agreed before beginning to talk about something that happened in a separate panel with just Mackie and Sebastian. You took it upon yourself to get comfortable, curling up next to Chris. It had been an early morning and you were too exhausted to care what any on lookers thought.

You felt Chris’s head turn as he looked down at you. “You okay?” He asked in a whisper, a hand resting on your knee. You only nodded in reply.

“You comfy over there, y/n?” Mackie asked, his voice raised in a slightly teasing tone.

You laughed quietly and nodded again. “I could use a blanket though,” you requested, knowing there was one on the other side of Sebastian.

Anthony glanced at it then back at you, and suddenly that mischievous gleam in his eyes, that you had gotten to know well in your years of knowing him, shined bright. “If only there was someone that cared about you and how cold you are,” he continued to tease.

Chris let out a breathe through his nose, knowing where his friend was headed but didn’t say anything. You could feel his body leaning as he stretched his arm out, grabbing the blanket off the furniture and draping it over you best he could.

“Oh, would you look at that. How sweet. What a nice man,” Anthony continued, looking back at you. “Isn’t Chris such a nice man.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the giggle in your throat. “The nicest man.”

“But there are plenty of other nice guys, I’m sure,” Sebastian added, subtly looking back and forth between you and Mackie. “Do you talk to some other nice guys?”

You looked up at Chris, finally understanding what they were hinting at, and gave him a just tell them look. “You sure? It seems to be killing them not to know,” he joked.

“So it’s true!” Mackie exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward in his chair. Both of them looked as if they were watching an intense football game and one team was close to winning it all. You couldn’t believe how obsessed they seemed to be.

Chris laughed. “We’ve been dating for about a year and a half now,” he said nonchalantly.

“I knew it,” Anthony yelled, as he stood up, pointed at Sebastian who sat with his hands thrown up in the air. “You owe me twenty, dog.” Chris threw his head back in laughter as you sat up, your jaw slack in shock.

“You had a bet!?”

Sebastian put his hands up in surrender. “He was convinced you guys were dating. I said you were just close friends, and it just happened, I don’t know.”

“It just happened,” you repeated sarcastically.

“Why did y’all hide it anyways?” Mackie asked as he sat back down, looking between you and Chris.

“Easier,” Chris shrugged. “Trying to get through all that new dating stage and figuring all that out. It’s just easier to do on your own than to have everyone talking.”

You nod in agreement, “and if it ended up not working out, there wasn’t any reason for anyone to make it weird.”

Sebastian scoffed dramatically. “As if we would make anything awkward.” You hold back your laugh but smile, looking between the three men surrounding you.

“You just interrogated me. You definitely would have made it weird in some way,” you laughed.

“It’s called being fun,” Anthony defended as he walked away, a teasing smirk still lingering on his face. “But I won’t tell anyone. Promise!”

The three of you watched as he walked away before turning back. “Who do you think he’s going to tell?” You ask, knowing him better than that.

“Well, Tom did say something about having a crush on you in an interview a while ago, so he’s probably going to tease the kid about it,” Sebastian theorized. “And if he does, I’m not missing it. See you guys in a bit.” He raised his hand in a small wave as he stood up and followed where Mackie left, leaving the two of you alone.

You lean back into the couch with your back leaning against Chris, the back of your head resting against his shoulder. “Wonder if they’ll ever leave that kid alone,” you think out loud.

“Probably never, if I know them well enough.” Chris looked down at you with a smile as you turned your head to look back at him. Your eyes closed as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, his head leaning against that spot as you sit there in silence. It was a rare occasion on promo days, so you soaked in for as long as you could before you were called for the next panel.

[how-masterful]

31 FICS OF FRIGHT

Day 4- Home Sweet Haunted Home

Ainley!Master x Reader

Prompt: Decorations

Notes: Day four! Give it up for day 4! My first official Ainley fic, and maybe my favourite of these ficlets so far. Nothing on here will ever beat ‘festive ball’ by my dearest love @plethora-of-imagines​ when it comes to Ainley, but it’s fun to try new things! (also I swear that’s Jade the Libra’s house from youtube in the gif, strange to see it on here!)

Warnings: None

The room was coming along rather nicely. You always had a routine when it came to this sort of thing. You believed over the years you’d gotten the precious act of decorating for Halloween down to a perfect science:

First things first- drag everything out of storage, assess the damage. You always swore there wasn't this much stuff when you put it away last year, marveling at the boxes upon boxes of carefully newspaper wrapped ceramics, folded pillow covers, carefully coiled lights. They’d all need new batteries. That lead to step two.

Step two was the top up. Everything that you needed to enact your plans, it was time to head to the shops. Another bag of spiderwebs, that tablecloth you knew you should have bought when you saw it but didn't know if it matched, spare cheap pillar candles, more expensive candles that you really don’t need but want anyway. You thought you might as well go all out, considering you weren't going to need to decorate ever again.

Step three was the assembly. Comfy clothes, hot drink, music, and a plan. Everything had its place, but you treasured the idea of switching things up. Maybe that pumpkin could go on a new table, maybe the focus of the mantle should be spiders, rather than skeletons. The bats always flew up the mirror, though. Some things never changed, especially when they were perfect.

You took a sip of your hot drink, allowing yourself time to assess the house. All you needed to do was hang up the new garland, an orange and blag row of flags that said “trick or treat!” in cursive. You’d found it one year, stuffed into the pumpkin crockery pot you’d bought. You had no intention of stealing, but you considered it to be a small gift from the Halloween gods.

You also never went shopping there again, or at least until you knew the teen that had sold you the pot had left. 

The Halloween radio station pounded out more comical tunes and certified classics, marrying up a dose of thriller with love potion number nine. It had started getting dark outside, the sunset sending your already orange room into a deeper, fiery glow. Perfect decorating weather. Perfect autumnal weather. Made better by the spiced apple candle that burned upon the kitchen side, setting the mood just right.

Taking one more sip, you braced yourself for the rather annoying task of actually getting the banner up on the wall. Thus began the yearly trek up the world's most unstable, makeshift ladder- a chair, then a cabinet, then a box on top of that cabinet, then another shelf. You held the box of hanging hooks between your teeth, embarking on your journey towards the join of the ceiling. You placed the edge of the banner against it, reaching up towards the roof, almost able to touch it with your fingers.

It was at that point that the box beneath you decided to crush beneath your weight, sending you falling from the height and backwards towards the floor.

You yelped in shock as you felt yourself fall back, anticipating a broken bone and an awkward explanation. But the impact of shame against the floor never arrived. Instead you found yourself falling into a pair of strong arms, soft velvet much preferred from the hard wood of the floor.

“Master!” you sighed, resting your head against the Timelords shoulder in relief.

“It seems I arrived just in time,” he purred, voice smooth and rich, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve decided to forgo the use of your feet… or in fact a ladder.”

“Thank you for saving me a hospital trip.”

You gave a warm smile as he placed you down upon the floor, gloved hand reaching to pull a stray strand of cobweb from your hair. He rolled the white fluff between his forefinger and thumb, elegantly flicking it to the side as you wound your arms around his middle. He followed suit, humming contently as he pulled your torso towards his chest.

“Have you been busy?” you asked quietly, breathing in the scent of his collar. 

The Master sighed with success. “The government of Anzu is a stubborn body- but when it comes to their militia, it seems they are easily persuaded.”

“To suit your needs?”

“Naturally.”

“Then I can’t wait to see.”

The Master grinned at your reply, stealing a chaste kiss from your lips. You pulled away from his touch, heading towards the kitchen counter and flicking on the kettle. A sleek black mug, his mug, sat waiting on the side, as if you knew he would arrive. The Master moved to sit on the sofa, crossing his legs and observing the space, removing his gloves and placing them neatly upon the coffee table. He turned to see a vampire nutcracker sat amongst the spare pumpkins and pinecones on the tabletop, picking up the decor piece and curiously maneuvering the lever at the back. The vampire's fangs carefully bit together, encouraging a small smile from the Timelord.

“Quite amusing.” he muttered to himself. He turned to watch you make the tea, the way you hummed along to the quietened radio, the themed tea towels hung over the oven rail, the skeletal bowl that housed those small compartments of coffee you enjoyed to drink. He stood and made his way towards the display shelf, taking the nutcracker with him. 

He quickly inspected his appearance in the crescent moon mirror before placing the wooden vampire down, adjusting the placement of several other small trinkets. It looked much better there, he thought.

“I thought I should just go all out this year, all things considered.”

The Master turned around to see you carrying his tea towards him, carefully covering the steaming lip.

“I won't have time to put up any Christmas bits if I keep my word.”

You had agreed to the Master's request to join him in the TARDIS on a more permanent basis, but only under one request. You had to stay until the end of the year, sorting out your personal things, preparing to say goodbye. You’d already formulated a cover story at work and with friends of finally going to travel the world. The Master had thought it admirable, a sign you were committed. That didn’t stop any short trips occurring beforehand.

“It would be silly of me to ask if this brings you a strange joy, wouldn't it?” He suggested, taking the drink from your clutches. “Completely covering your home with these… things.”

“All those years of wanting as a kid, now as an adult I can actually buy the stuff I like. I know it's just stuff, but it's actually MINE. I do think I'll miss that the most, the sense of owning my own space. But I wouldn't want your centuries old time and space machine to become inundated with plastic skeletons and ceramic ghosts, purely out of respect.”

The Master's lip curled at the way you’d sheepishly begun tidying and adjusting your things, as if you were worried about his response. You paused at the sight of the vampire nutcracker, turning to the Master with a teasing raised brow.

“I’m not a minimalist, sweet girl. And I do believe in the joy of materialism. So if the occasional pumpkin, ghost, or this here… vampiric fellow… does ever consider wanting to appear…”

You gave the Master a knowing smile, saving him the admittance of kindness.

“Oh, consider it considered.” You giggled, smiling down at the vampire nutcracker upon the shelf.

“In fact, I'd say you could… Count on it.”

[itsaash]

Fic-o-ween day 11: Costumes

Fic-o-ween Day 11: Costumes

Character credit to @lumosinlove and prompt from @noots-fic-fests

Rating: G

Summary: The Dumais, all in costume, convince their new billet (bb Sirius!) to go trick-or-treating with them

Read on ao3, if you prefer. 3200 words

Celeste heaved a sigh of relief as she walked into the baby’s nursery, closing the door behind her, and flopping into the rocking chair to nurse Katie. It was a regular day, with lunches and school runs and crying and being needed at every turn. But, for this moment, in this sweetly decorated room, with twinkle lights along the ceiling (which were admittedly as much for her as for the baby) Celeste could just sit, and she could even close her eyes. She put her feet up on the footrest, rested her head back and savoured the simple needs of a baby. Despite today being a normal day, it was also Halloween. The kids had been counting down the minutes to trick or treating all day. She must have answered the question, “When mama, when??” two dozen times. She was looking forward to taking them all out, but it was also just a lot, and her mind ran through the the to-do list:

Get kids in costumes 

Me in costume

Pillowcases for everyone

Stroller for when they get tired

Water bottles 

Make sure to convince Sirius to join in

There’s cut up veggies in the fridge ready for when we’re home (hopefully balance out the candy at least a little) 

Change of clothes for Katie in case of a blow out

Look over Pascal in his costume to make sure he’s not too recognizable

The thoughts circled around and around her mind while she took the time to rest her body and cuddle her baby. As much as Katie needed the quieter environment to focus on eating, Celeste needed it too. She could still hear the excitement and busyness of her family drifting through the closed door. 

“Louis, mon petit, you need your sweater on before your costume!”

“Non papa je ne veux pas le sweater!” 

“Daddy! Have you seen my blaster?”

“Marc! Please do not lick my face paint off.”

“Daddy!”

“I’ll help you find it in a minute, cherie!”

Celeste sighed in a mixture of exasperation and fondness. Getting three small children into costumes was no small feat, but she was sure Pascal would have most of it done by the time she left the sanctuary of the nursery. 

“Louis! I think a sweater underneath your costume will make you look even more like a minion,” she heard Sirius’ voice say, in a sweetly cajoling tone. 

“It will?” Louis asked doubtfully.

“Mais oui, minions are quite round, and if you wear a sweater you will be minion shaped!”

There was a long pause.

“Can I wear two sweaters!? Then I will be as round as a circle!” She heard Sirius laugh. “Let’s go choose the perfect sweater and then become a minion, oui?”

She heard little feet run towards the boys’ room, and was eternally thankful for their sweet new billet. He was so good with the kids, they all loved him already. But she couldn’t help notice how he had no idea what a Minion was before Louis and Marc introduced him to them, and he couldn't tell them who his favourite superhero was. She knew he had been focused on hockey, but he could be too quiet, too careful. But in the past six weeks that he had been living with them, he was already starting to open up. 

Katie was done eating now, and Celeste sat up to burp her, brought her to the change table and cleaned her up. She dressed Katie in a comfy sleeper, then put on a big, warm sleeper, red and covered with black spots. “Aww, my Katiebug the ladybug, you are the sweetest bug I have ever seen!” Celeste cooed at Katie, making her smile. Celeste bravely left the quiet and safety of the nursery. She placed Katie in her swing and a tiny spider-man attached itself to her leg. “Oh hello spider-man!” she laughed at Marc. He laughed and ran away again. Pascal came into the room, looking only a little bit harried. And very much actually hairy. He was in a one piece jumpsuit, covered in hair, dressed as Chewbacca. He had painted his face with the kid’s face paint, lines of different colours of brown all across his face and black circles around his eyes and on his nose. He didn’t have the hood of the costume up yet, but the whole effect was very good. Celeste laughed, and softly trailed a finger across his cheek.

“The face paint looks amazing, love. And you already have the height, you’re a spitting image.”

“Rrruuurrrr,” said Pascal. Celeste laughed, swatting his chest. 

“Ok then Chewy. So Marc looked ready, I heard Louis go with Sirius, is Adele ready?”

“Oui, my love. She’s all dressed. Have you seen her blaster?” “Yes, Louis had it earlier. I think it’s on the blue couch. Does Sirius know he’s coming with us?”

“He’s not in a costume yet, but I won’t let him get away without joining us. I’ll go find the blaster and a costume for him, you get your costume on, and then we’ll be ready,” Pascal answered. Celeste felt a flicker of sadness at her plan for a costume. She already had on black leggings and a black shirt, with only a few spots of spit up. She went to the front cupboard to choose her long, flowy black coat, and then to the dress up box to grab the witches hat. After tucking her hair into a low bun, she put the hat on. Well, that was done then. She paused and looked around. No one was asking her for anything right this minute … she hurried to her room before anyone could find her and ask for snacks, and put on the deepest red lipstick she had, it couldn’t be called black but it wasn’t really red either, some mascara, and on a whim trailed the mascara wand in an arc across her cheekbone to paint some black lines on her cheek. She smiled in the mirror, glad to have gotten to fancy up her basic costume even a little. The bags under her eyes went with the aesthetic.

When Celeste came into the entryway, her family was nearly ready to go. Pascal in his furry suit and painted face as Chewbacca, Adele beside him as a miniature Hans Solo (she had even found her blaster), Marc was in his puffy Spider-man costume and Louis a minion. Pascal was waving a handful of clothes at Sirius and speaking French, convincing him to dress up. Celeste went to get Katie from her swing.

“The hood is so big, Sirius, if you have the hood up no one will see your face!”

“I don’t want to intrude on your family time, Dumo,” Sirius said solemnly. 

“Nonsense, you helped with Louis and his costume, another adult will only be helpful. And the children will love having you!”

“Please come, Sirius!” she heard Adele say, and knew that Louis was holding Sirius’ hand.

“Don’t you want candy, Sirius? Did you know we just knock on doors and people are going to give us candy?” Louis asked, genuinely wondering if Sirius knew how trick or treating works, because how could he not want to come? 

Celeste came back, starting to put Katie in the baby wrap against her chest. She paused, and came up close to Sirius, putting her hand warmly on his arm, not grabbing, just pressure. 

“Please come, Sirius. We want you there with us,” she said. She saw the fight go out of his eyes, he sighed dramatically and held out his hand for the costume Pascal was still holding out. 

“Excellent! Let’s go, Obi Wan,” Pascal said. 

Pascal had already gathered enough pillowcases so that Sirius could have his own, and passed him one when he was dressed in the beige tunic, brown belt, and long dark brown robe, which did have a very impressively sized hood. When Sirius put it up it did cast his face into shadow very effectively. Celeste finished wrapping Katie to her chest, put the diaper bag and water bottles into the stroller, and they all went out the door, with the little boys running ahead in exuberance and anticipation of candy. 

Walking just a few blocks from their house they were able to come to a street that was a trick or treater’s dream. The houses were all decorated, no long driveways or gates, really the maximum number of doors to knock on with the least amount of walking. There were blow up decorations everywhere you looked, some scary decorations, some funny. It was early yet, but there were children and their adults everywhere, their voices ringing choruses of “Trick or Treat!” into the evening air.

Katie was the age where you still count it in weeks, small and warm, her little body tucked into the wrap tight to Celeste’s body. She had adorable ladybug antennae bouncing with each step Celeste took. Pascal came to walk beside her, Adele near to him and Sirius up ahead with the boys. 

“You look beautiful, my love,” he said, bringing her into a side hug. He traced Celeste’s cheek, and then Katie’s. Celeste laughed, looking up at her husband, covered in hair and face paint. 

“I’m not sure I can quite say the same, love. You look very much like a wookie. But thank you. Maybe next year I can plan a costume that takes more than one minute to execute,” she sighed. She should’ve been Leia, or Luke, or someone, not just the lazy mom version of a witch. 

“You have chosen the perfect costume for this year, ma cherie. And you are always beautiful. And I know you’ve been working and planning for this evening all day, non, for weeks. Merci for all the work you did to get our costumes ready for us tonight,” he said. He leaned in close as he spoke, speaking honestly and lovingly. He was about to kiss her as he usually would, but then they both remembered the face paint and pulled apart, laughing. Celeste felt a bit better, and squeezed Pascal back. 

“Later, love. Now, do you think Sirius has been trick or treating before?” Pascal sighed deeply, taking Celeste’s hand as they walked, the first house on the block coming up. 

“You know, I am really not sure.”

“Well, he is now,” she said firmly. 

“Yes, he is now, thank god,” Pascal gave her hand a squeeze and then hurried to catch up with Sirius so they could all walk up to the first house together. He put an arm around Sirius’ shoulder while reminding the children of trick or treating manners.

Celeste stayed about halfway up the walkway to the house while the others stood at the door, the children added their voices to the choruses of “Trick or Treat!” and “Thank you!” She could tell from here that Sirius was uncomfortable, but the kids were so excited for him that he shyly took a mini chocolate bar into his bag, saying thank you again and again. As they left the door, the person in the doorway held out the bowl meaningfully to Celeste.

“One for the baby?” they called. Celeste laughed and waved.

“She’s too little, it’s ok.”

“No,” they said meaningfully, and did quotation marks with one hand while holding the bowl in the other, “for the baby”. 

Celeste laughed, but went to the door and chose a Reece’s cup with a laugh and a thank you, and went to join her family. 

They went on like that, house to house. One of the children was always pulling Sirius along, and Celeste alternated between holding hands with Pascal, or shepherding one child or another away from the street, passing out water bottles or putting on and off hats and mittens as the evening went on. 

A few blocks into their trick or treating adventure they came to a house with a tall hedge all across the front of the property. The house was decorated with spiderwebs all across the hedge, and there were pieces of creepy, white, tattered fabric hanging over the entrance to the walkway, like a spooky beaded curtain. Pascal went ahead with the children, pushing apart the strips of fabric for the younger ones, making a show of being on an adventure.  Celeste touched Sirius’ arm with a gleam in her eye, nodding her head back to the path. They snuck back to the sidewalk and stood one on each side of the walkway, their backs pressed to the hedge, waiting in ambush for the others to come back with their latest treasures. 

Sirius and Celeste exchanged excited smiles and Celeste’s heart and smile grew to see Sirius smiling so genuinely, and to see such a large boy trying to make himself small against the branches, as if he could hide behind anything smaller than a California Redwood. 

They held their breath as they heard footsteps approaching and waited until everyone was passing through the blowing strip of fabric and then they both jumped forwards, yelling and waving their arms. (Well, Celeste waved one arm, and covered Katie’s ear that wasn’t against her chest with the other.) 

All of the kids shrieked in delight and surprise, and Pascal, with only a second of delay to make sure the kids weren’t actually scared, just happy scared, set off into the most dramatic act of shocked surprise Celeste had ever seen. He berated Sirius in French for making his heart stop, playing up his betrayal and fear even more when he saw Sirius bent over laughing at Pascal’s dramatics.

“That was a good one, Sirius, I will give you that. We’ll have to try that on James at the rink sometime, oui? I think he would shriek in the most satisfying way. Or maybe Kuny, especially if we wear these outfits. But you, you better watch yourself. I will be thinking of some way to get you back.” He put his arm around Sirius and they all kept walking and laughing. 

“It was Celeste’s idea!” Sirius laughed.

They went another block before crossing the road and turning around to visit the houses on the other side of the street on their way home. Everyone was still having fun, but Celeste had a niggling in her gut that they needed to wrap this up, and Marc and Louis were taking turns being pushed in the stroller by Pascal. 

Sirius, Adele, and Louis were up ahead a little way, with Marc in the stoller. The light of a streetlight glinted off a black bench along the boulevard, the sun was officially down now and the shouts of happy, sugar filled children floated through the dark air. Celeste and Pascal settled onto the bench with a sigh, Pascal’s arm going around Celeste’s shoulders, hugging her into his side to share body heat. The fur of Pascal’s costume tickled Celeste’s cheek.

“We should get home soon, love,” Celeste said contentedly. 

“Ouais, I was thinking the same thing.”

They watched Louis yell trick or treat with Adele while Sirius stood a little ways back, shyly stepping forward to take a candy into his bag when the homeowner waved him closer. Celeste smiled.

“He’s starting to thaw,” she said. 

“Mmhmm,” Pascal hummed. “Starting to, yes. I think many layers of ice have been built over that boy through his life. It makes me wish I could meet his parents on the ice, sometimes,” Pascal said quietly.

“We’ll get through to him,” Celeste said confidently. “It’s so clear his heart is open and kind, it will just take time.”

“Yes, time, and time with a true family,” Pascal agreed. Celeste hummed back, tilting her head up to him. “You’re my family, my love,” she said into the crisp air between them. 

“You are the best family I could ever have dreamed of, ma chérie,” Pascal murmured back, and leaned down to brush their lips together, only transferring a little bit of facepaint between them. “Let’s make Sirius part of it too, oui?”

“Absolument.”

The happy trio returned with their latest plunder, the smiles on their faces glinting under the streetlight as much as any light-up decoration in the neighbourhood. Celeste had thought Marc was more asleep than not in the stroller, but as the others approached the excitement, sugar, and late night culminated into what she had felt in her bones was coming - a high pitched, whine of a cry.

“But I didna get candee! No fair papa! I wan candy too!” Marc yelled, kicking his feet in the stroller. 

Celeste saw Sirius freeze, the smile falling from his face, expression clear and frozen under the light. Celeste was more worried about that expression on Sirius’ face than Marc’s crying - she knew how to help Marc. Knew that Pascal knew what to do. But that frozen, watchful look at the first sound of crying? What had happened to warrant that reaction from a toddler’s cry. Celeste felt her heart expand to surround Sirius in that moment. Her children were all around her, and the love of her life, and now, Sirius was in that circle. He was hers now too, hers to feed, and love, and treat gently, maybe for the first time. 

Pascal had crouched down in front of Marc, had tried to remind him that he had a pillowcase of candy just there. But, of course, the day had progressed past the point where logic was logical, and Celeste smiled as Pascal picked up Marc and put him up his shoulders. 

“Ohhh, ma petit, you need candy from that house?” he said, pointing. “The one Louis and Adele just came back from?” Pascal asked, teasing, cajoling. 

“Oui papa,” Marc sniffled. 

“Well then we must get some! Let’s go see what they have to add to your hoard my little dragon!” 

“I’m no a dragon, papa! I’m spidyman!” Marc giggled. 

Pascal bounced Marc on his shoulders all the way to the door and Marc giggled brightly when the person at the door pretended not to be able to reach high enough to give him candy and tried to jump. Pascal and Marc rejoined the group, and Pascal kept Marc on his shoulders, going up to the last few houses energetically, keeping Marc laughing at the bouncing pace. Sirius must have seen the same look in Louis’ eyes that Celeste did, because he crouched in front of Louis, just as Pascal had with Marc, and offered him a ride on his shoulders. So a minion rode on Obi-wan’s shoulders, and Spider-man rode on Chewbacca's, and Hans Solo sat in the stroller to be pushed home by a witch with a tiny bouncing ladybug. And Celeste’s body was strong, and tired, and her heart was full. H

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it's just part of the job

This is a once shot based on a request by @laurentrvn! I really loved the idea and tried to stick as closely to the prompt given, so I hope you enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: can't think of any, it's pure fluff

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You were exhausted, to be frank.

It was just past 2 a.m. in yours and Tom's London home as he prepared for a late night TV interview based in Los Angeles.

The show was taping his part at 8 p.m. their time, which converted to 3 a.m. yours during the summer months.

Normally it wouldn't have been that big of a deal.

You were so proud of Tom for his upcoming film, but you were actually in the middle of shooting your own movie in the city, something you'd been busy doing all day long.

Crazy hours are just part of the job, though.

The interview wouldn't be long, so you'd agreed to stay up with your boyfriend and make sure he was well styled so he wouldn't have to call other people to the house in those early morning hours.

Thankfully, you were going to have a two-day work break anyways as your film's scripts went through some minor rewrites.

Because of the ridiculous hour, your stomach had decided that 2 a.m. was the perfect time for a snack, so while Tom dressed you had decided to scrounge around the kitchen until you found something good.

You brewed some tea in the meanwhile, both you and Tom deciding that this wasn't an ideal time for coffee, especially considering you hadn't slept in at least 20 hours.

You walked into the bedroom, a small tray in hand with the tea and snacks stacked carefully.

"Hey I got some fruit and some cookies but let me know if- woooow..." you said, brows raised once you saw Tom's outfit in the reflection of his full-length mirror.

He'd chosen to dress in a shirt you loved, a button up with thick vertical stripes tucked into some grey slacks, an outfit which was reminiscent of 70s fashion.

You had to laugh at the fact that he was even wearing pants, though. Unfortunately he'd learned the hard way what it was like to forgo pants on a zoom meeting, so he swore to wear them for any video call from now own.

Who knew, he might even be asked about it in his interview tonight after his boxers had previously gone viral.

Tom turned and smiled at your pleased reaction, walking towards you. After you set the tray down, he snaked an arm around your waist and planted one kiss on your forehead and another to your lips.

"Think I look good, eh?"

"I'm loving the fit, but we need to put a little makeup on you," you said, shimmying from his grip and disappearing into the bathroom to find the foundation his stylist had explicitly told him to use tonight.

When you returned, he was indulging in a chocolate chip cookie, the crumbs all over his mouth.

"While you finish that, I'm going to start on your forehead," you explained as you began dabbing a beauty blender along his hairline. After a few minutes, he had an even layer painted over his face and neck.

"Am I done now? I'm supposed to log onto the call soon," he pouted.

"Almost, I just need to swipe on a little blush and neutral eyeshadow and you'll be all set," you answered, focused on picking out a blush color that would look natural on camera.

"I don't even get why I need makeup. They're going to be seeing me from my shitty computer camera and office lights. I mean look at you. You're not wearing makeup and you look great!"

You paused brushing a light rouge over one cheek to give him a half lidded look.

"Nice try, but we both know I look like I was run over with a truck," you joked.

It's not like you were even trying to sound self-deprecating, it's just that you had been awake far too long after having done a physically taxing shoot all day.

The second you'd gotten home, you'd showered and gotten rid of any trace of makeup, leaving you bare faced with damp hair that wet the collar of your old t-shirt.

"Well I think you look beautiful," Tom reiterated, kissing your forehead again as you went to grab eyeshadow.

You hummed in response and quickly brushed a light tan color over his eyelids to complete his look.

"Okay, all done. You did a good job on you hair," you commented, still instinctively reaching up to reposition a curl.

"Well that's perfect, because I need to get logged on. Why don't you relax and I'll come get you when I'm done, yeah?"

You nodded and let him go, watching him head across the hall as you sat at your vanity, sipping on the tea you'd made for yourself.

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Though it took almost 30 minutes of sound checking and ensuring a good connection, Tom's interview had only lasted about 10 minutes.

When asked about the time in London, he'd only had one answer:

"It's just part of the job"

As expected, he'd had to show off his pants and make sure everyone knew he was wearing them despite the wee morning hour. Also unsurprisingly, he'd been asked where y/n was, explaining her taxing day and praising her for helping him get ready.

Once he closed up his laptop, he got up and turned out the office light. He then untucked and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to put on some comfy clothes and get in bed.

"Hey I'm don-" he paused and stopped in the doorway, grinning.

In the 40 or so minutes since he'd left you, you'd fallen asleep with your head down on the vanity, a half-eaten cookie in hand and your hair splayed all around the desk.

"Darling, are you awake?" he asked in a whisper, his hand gently placed over your shoulder, to make sure that you weren't just resting your head.

When he got no response, he knew you were actually asleep.

Tom quickly removed his unbuttoned shirt and exchanged his slacks for sweatpants. He also haphazardly took a makeup wipe to his face, knowing that leaving makeup on his face would cause it to break out.

Once he was cleaned up, he came back into the room to take care of you, starting by removing the cookie from your hand and placing it back on the tray.

He sat you up, your head rolling backwards until his hand could catch it. Thankfully you hadn't scooted the seat forward at all, so all he had to do was hook an arm below your knees and the other around your back.

He stood with a little huff, your dead weight no match for his strength.

Though you were asleep, your head instinctively turned into his chest as he transferred you a few feet and laid you gently on the bed where he had folded back the covers.

The missing warmth of his skin awoke you as he shuffled to the other side of the bed, so you stretched and yawned.

"Sorry that I woke you love, I was trying to be gentle," he whispered, sliding onto the mattress as you rolled to face him, still exhausted.

"It's okay. How did it go?"

"Amazing of course," he punctuated the statement with a forehead kiss. "He asked what you were up to."

"Hmm. What did you say?" you asked, cozying up to Tom.

"I told him you were out partying while I worked all day, as usual," he joked.

You snorted, not having the energy to fully laugh at his joke.

"It's just part of the job," you retorted. You were starting to slip away again.

"G'night, Tom. Love you," you slurred hazily.

"Good night, darling. I love you, too."

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A/N: Ugh this was so cute are you kidding me??? Pretty much all the credit goes to @laurentrvn like I said before. I was given pretty much the backbone of this fic and just filled in the missing pieces, so I hope it's what you were imagining with this!

Thanks for reading!

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Types of Love: Original Drider x Reader

Mod May Week One Story! I had a lot of fun with this, I hope everyone enjoys! This is a fluffy story about a modern drider x human couple figuring out their new home.The poll for week 2 will go live tomorrow.

Warnings: Implied Sexual Content

           It takes four different phone calls before you actually get past the word ‘drider’. The contractor’s website looks like its orcish run and you pray that this man isn’t just going to laugh you off the phone. That happened yesterday.

           “That’s an odd thing you’re requesting.” The orc’s voice is rough and low, sounding like gravel rolling down a hill. You give an exhausted laugh, leaning against your kitchen wall.

           “Tell me about it. You’re the fourth contractor I’ve called.” He rumbles over the phone, silence falling before he laughs loudly.

           “Fuck it? Ya know what, I’ve never built one before but we can figure it out.” You grin, face lighting up.

           “Really? Are you sure?” He snorts at your question, laughing again.

           “Of course. Give me your information and I’ll come out tomorrow to take a look.” You quickly give him your information and address, setting up a time for Luc’tic (turned out he was the owner of the company) and some of his men to come out. You hang up, feeling more hopefully than you had all week.

           You quickly move to the back of the house, tidying up as you go. You’re sure the orcs won’t care about the mess but you will, at least when they walk in. You stand in front of the wall you want blown out, letting out a slow breath.

           “Darling?” You jump at the sound of Dominic’s voice, watching as your lover comes around the corner. She smiles when she sees you, fangs exposed and black eyes crinkling. You grin back and walk over to her, standing on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck.

           “Hey babe, welcome home. How was work?” Dom sighs, giving you a squeeze and gently setting you back on the ground.

           “Work was alright, lots of people coming in. Wedding season is getting closer and I keep getting commissions.”

           “That’s great!” When she sees your smile Dom smiles back, leaning down to kiss your forehead and let out a short groan.

           “I know, I’m just tired and it means I have longer hours.” You hum, reaching around to gently rub the beginning of her abdomen. She shudders, leaning closer to you and wrapping her other set of arms around your waist.

           “I know baby. It’s exciting though, that the business is taking off.” Dom hums, nuzzling your neck and staying there for a moment before moving away.

           “So, what’s the plan for dinner? Do you want me to cook?” You hum, taking one of her hands and gently swinging her arm. Dom’s skin was soft like normal, the dark purple looking like satin in the soft light. You admire her as she begins to move back into the kitchen, her abdomen and legs moving lightly over the floor. It was always amazing to you that she was able to move so nimbly, even on the hardwood.

           “We can cook together. I want to help.” Dom turned to you with another smile, rattling off dinner ideas as she moved into the kitchen. You watched her go, vowing to make this surprise work for her. She deserved everything and then some.

                                                     xxx

           Luc’tic was a massive orc. His tucks were bigger than your head and when you opened the door to let him in, you could only see his chest until he bent over. You let him and two other orcs in, the entire group looking around as you led them into the backroom.

           Your house was far from conventional. To make things easier for Dominic, you had been remodeling the house. Mostly it was widening doorways and moving things like cabinets and the shower. There was one thing, however, that you wouldn’t be able to do on your own.

           “What did you call this thing again?” Luc’tic breaks you out of your thoughts, turning to watch the younger orcs as they begin to measure the wall. Both of them are younger, one with dark green skin and the other a lighter shade of moss. They keep elbowing each other and whispering, clearly talking about you. You watch as Luc’tic smacks them both on the back of the head and bark something in orcish. You laugh a little, answering his question.

           “It’s called a Spider Window. They’re popular in drider households and I want to see how much it would be to install.”

           “It’s just a giant window, right?” You turn to the moss-colored orc, giving a smile at his honest question.

           “Mostly. It’s a floor to ceiling window but it’s more like a dome. Some have beams so that driders can spin webs in them.”

           “What are you looking for?” Luc’tic asks, writing the measurements down as you begin to talk.

           “I know that for code reasons it can’t go all the way to the floor. I think that’s better actually because I’d rather have it span the wall, or as much of it as you can. I would like to have a frame built too, something sturdy that could hold her weight.”

           “This is gonna be a custom job.” Luc’tic looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. “It’s going to be expensive. You ok with that?” You nodded at the question.

           “Yeah, I figured it would be.” The orc nodded back, finishing up his notes and offering you a smile.

           “I’ll send you a quote. We should be able to get out next week if you like the quote.” You talk about the details a little more, walking them to the door.

           “Sounds like a plan. Thank you so much for coming out.” Luc’tic gave you a grin, taking his men with him. You watched them go, smiling to yourself and vowing that you would afford this room.

           Dom suspects something when she gets home, trying to pull you into her arms and you dance out of the way.

           “You’re in a good mood.” All four of her eyes narrow, looking over your face and trying to figure out what was going on.

           “I’m allowed to be in a good mood.” You tease back, gently flicking a towel at her as she moves closer.

           “What has you in such a good mood?”

           “It’s a surprise.” Dom hums at your response, starting to grin.

           “A surprise for me?” You laugh, shaking your head at her question.

           “You’ll have to wait until you’re back from your trip.” She groans, shaking her head.

           “That’s two weeks from now!”

           “Don’t worry, it’s worth the wait.” You wink and she chuckles, quickly moving over to you. Without a word she picks you up, moving towards the bedroom. Any cries to stop were ignored, Dom determined to make you squeal for her.

                                                       xxx

           It’s easy to hide the job from Dom while she’s out of town. You don’t mention the construction and she’s busy with her conference. She doesn’t call until the afternoon, once Luc’tic and his nephews had left. You’re exited that her sewing business is taking off, knowing that it’s been her dream for years.

           The orcs are impressive with their strength and timing; you would have never guessed they were new to building a Spider Window. It was fun to watch the boys, Kuter and Repurt argue and tease each other throughout the day. You could tell their uncle was exasperated by their puns, but it made the day go by faster for.

           The price was a little more than you wanted but this was going to be your forever home. You were going to start a family here and Dominic would be as comfortable as possible. Luc’tic was a good man under his gruff exterior and the two of you got along surprisingly well.

           It took a little over six days to get everything installed and configured correctly. There were some issues with the frame, mostly about how it was going to hold the combined weight of Dom and you but Luc’tic was able to add some more supports to make it work. The end result was perfect, a domed window that Dom could spin a web into.

           You only had a day to clean everything up and add the finishing touches, running around town to find good pillows and comfy things to add to the space. The natural light was beautiful, and you wanted to put your own style on it.

           “Babe?” You looked up from fluffing a pillow, grinning as you heard Dom begin to walk through the house.

           “Back here!” You heard her giggle at your call, moving towards you.

           “Are you with my surprise?” You laughed at her question, not able to contain your glee.

           “I am! You should be excited.”

           “I am! I really have no idea what it-“ Dom abruptly cut herself off, freezing in the doorway and staring at the window. You were grinning so hard that your cheeks hurt, moving out of the way so she could look it over. Her steps were slow, fingers gently trailing over the window and frame, front legs rubbing together happily.

           “What do you think?” Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts, Dom turning to look at you for a moment before scooping you up. You laughed, struggling weakly as she began to cover your face in kisses.

           “Silly human. You didn’t have to do this.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears, burying her face into your neck. You hummed, running your fingers through her hair, letting the red locks settle onto her shoulders.

           “I wanted to. It’s a gift, for you.” She whimpered, taking a few moments to collect herself before pulling back. She cupped your face and kissed you, hard. You moaned as she began to nibble on your lip, gasping as she began to move.

           “Dominic!” Your lover ignored the cry of her name, body quickly beginning to build a web. “What are you doing!?”

           “I’m going to fuck you in this window.” She moaned, her second set of arms quickly beginning to strip you.

           “B-babe…” You tried to protest but it was too late; she had you in her grasp and wasn’t going to let go. Not that you were going to complain. At least the window faced the woods; thank God for small miracles.

[saraastyles]

"Uhm hi"

Summary | You and Peter have a crush on each other. When he comes over on a late night your relationship might progress into something more than friendship.

Pairing | Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warnings | swearing, maybe a little bit of smut

WC | 2.4K

It was no secret that you had a fat ass crush on a certain spidey boy. It wasn't like you tried to hide it or anything, you just hadn't made that big of a deal out of it.

Peter being the oblivious bean that he is, obviously didn't notice your attempts at flirting with him. He just thought that your actions towards him, were purely that of friendship. He noticed you were always worried about him, but then again, you were worried about all your friends.

However, what you didn't know was that Peter also had a not so little crush on you.

Everyone could see it. From the way he hugs you like it's the last time he'll be able to touch you, to the way his gaze would linger on you just a tad longer than a 'normal' friend's would've.

In conclusion you are two very oblivious idiots who are very madly in love with each other.

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"Maybe I should do something productive for once.", you thought to yourself. It wasn't a bad idea, seeing as you had quite a bit of homework that you needed to catch up on. "I'll just finish this one episode of friends and then I'll get started.", you say that every single day and never, and I repeat never, have you actually done that. "No, fuck it, I need to get up right this second and do it!" you said to yourself as you sat up, determined to get some shit done. First you walked over to the fridge. "You can't do work on an empty stomach." You made some food and walked to your room. You've always liked the big windows and of course the amazing view your room held. New York really is beautiful. You sat down at your desk and got out your laptop to get started. You decided to start with physics, it's easy so why not get it done first? After finishing physics, you decided to catch up on your Spanish homework and after that just wrap up that essay for English, that you were actually quite proud of.

"Y/N DINNER'S READY!"

"OKAY, I'M COMING!"

You hurried back to the kitchen, excited to see what you had for dinner. You were really hoping on that amazing pasta Steve sometimes makes, with the expensive cheese that smells so horrible, but tastes so damn great. Your mouth watered just thinking about it.

As you walked into the kitchen you were met with a different sight though. Not one that you would've expected, but entertaining nonetheless. On the floor you saw taco shells, sliding down the cabinets were beans, you think, it kind of looks like shi-. You know what? Let's not get into that.

"I TOLD YOU THE SHELLS WERE HOT, BARNES. WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU, THAT'S WHY, STARK. ALWAYS ORDERING ME TO DO STUFF. I'M NOT YOUR MAID, YOU ASSHAT."

"CALM DOWN MORTALS, I'VE GOT THIS."

"NO, THOR DON'T!", you said as he was about to cast a whole ass lightning bolt to somehow fix the broken taco shells. You didn't really see the logic behind that one, but then again, it's Thor, so there's never really much logic.

After stopping Thor, which took quite a few "THOR YOU CAN'T FIX BROKEN TACO SHELLS WITH LICHTNING". You all decided to just order some pizza and eat it on the couch.

You were watching the nature channel, for some godforsaken reason you did not know, but it was all okay. You chuckled at the way Steve, Bucky, and Thor were staring at the screen, mesmerised by all the animals they saw. After you all finished your pizza, you decided to go back to your room to finish the last of your homework.

It was around eleven, when you decided to stop working and just chill in your room for the rest of the night, scrolling on TikTok. Around twelve you had fallen asleep, your phone still in hand. After a while you woke up because you heard some rustling in your room.

"Hello??" "Who is there?"

"It's me, Peter." "Parker"

"Jesus Peter, you scared the life out of me. You could've texted me, or knocked, like a normal person, you know.", you say, in a hushed tone. You take a look at him, sweet lord he looked good. Wearing the spidey suit, his hair a bit ruffled because of the mask. He looked like the most cuddly thing ever

"I did text you y/n. You just didn't answer, so I decided to just come over anyways.", Peter spat back at you, quickly moving over to the bathroom to change into some comfier clothes.

"And why exactly are you here? If I may ask?", you ask as he walked out of the bathroom in some plaid pyjama pants and a t-shirt with some dorky science pun on it. He looked so comfy and relaxed and kind of hot but that's besides the point.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to just patrol for a few hours, but then I thought about you and decided to come over to watch a movie or something. I thought you would still be awake."

"Well, you were wrong.", you say, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at the thought of Peter rather spending time with you than patrolling.

"But it's okay because you're cute.", you say, smiling at him.

Whenever Peter gets a compliment, he gets all blushy, and you swear it's the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Well, you're cute too.", he says, coming up to your bed and laying down next to you.

You take out your laptop to set up the movie.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Can we watch Harry Potter? Please?", Peter says, giving you puppy eyes. You can't help but cave, I mean, look at him. Doesn't he look like the sweetest person ever right now?

"Okay, but next time we're watching something else. We've watched Harry Potter eight times already!"

"Okay y/n, sure.", Peter says, knowing full well that you're going to watch Harry Potter the next time.

After a while you get sleepy and lay your head on Peter's shoulder. He lays his head on top of yours.

When Peter sees you're asleep he closes the laptop and slowly slips out of bed. The loss of warmth makes you wake up. Peter is always so nice and warm. He's like your personal heater.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay here? You can't go back home now! It's way too late to be out on the street!", you ramble on, worry evident in your voice.

"Relax y/n, I was just putting your laptop away, so we wouldn't crush it."

"Oh, okay."

"So, you are staying over then?"

"Yes. If you don't mind of course. I mean, I can go home, it's no big deal, it'll take me like ten minutes. I should just go home, you know what I'm going home.", Peter rambles.

"Peter. You're staying over. It'll be fun! Besides, I don't want you to go out into the city at this hour."

"Y/n. I'm Spider-Man. I think I can handle myself."

"Yeah okay, maybe that's true, but I would also just like it if you stayed over. We can do some fun stuff. OH! WE SHOULD DO FACE MASKS! PETER, LAY DOWN I'M GOING TO GET THEM!", you practically yelled at him.

Peter laughed at the way you went from sleepy to wide awake in a matter of seconds.

Storming out of the bathroom with a dozen face masks in your hands, you pushed Peter down on the bed, forcing him to lay still. You sat down on top of him to apply the face mask.

He looked at you with admiration in his eyes, as he saw the way you were so concentrated on applying the face mask neatly. Biting your lip, something you always did when you were concentrated, you looked adorable, he thought.

After applying the face mask, the close proximity of your faces became evident, your noses only a few inches apart. You looked him in the eyes. Those beautiful honey brown eyes, that you've grown to love so much. His eyes meeting yours. It was like time stood still for a second. You were in your own little world. Just you and Peter, forever.

After what seemed like forever, he swiftly looked down at your lips. You took the hint and slowly leaned in. Your lips now almost touching. He looked at your lips again and that was all you needed. You slowly pushed your lips on his, completely forgetting he was still wearing that face mask. You didn't care. All you wanted in that moment was to just kiss him. Kiss Peter. Kiss your bestfriend.

KISS YOUR BESTFRIEND.

HOLY SHIT, YOU WERE KISSING YOUR BESTFRIEND, WHO YOU'VE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON FOR MONTHS! IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!

After a while you moved away. Peter's face mask now also your face mask.

You looked down at him. God, he looked cute, grinning like an idiot.

"So..."

"So..."

"I really like you.", you both said at the exact same time.

Slowly it sunk in, relief washing over the both of you, knowing that your feelings are mutual.

"Well, I'd love to keep this up, but we have to wash of the face mask, or your face is going to be stained blue for the next couple of days."

"Oh okay, yeah let's not do that."

You both got up and skidded to the bathroom, eager to get the face mask off of Peter, to continue your previous activity.

Once it was all off, you walked back to your bed. Sitting next to each other, you glance at Peter. There are still a few blue speckles on his cheeks. You wipe them off, Peter leaning into your touch. Your hand stayed on his face. Slowly the both of you lean in and before you know it, you're making out again.

You slowly move to sit down on Peter's lap and straddle him. Your hand stuck in his hair, softly tugging at the loose curls at the nape of his neck.

Peter's hands are planted firmly on your waist. Squeezing a bit and slowly rubbing up and down. After a while his hands move to your thighs, slowly massaging them a bit.

You decide to grind your hips lightly on his. This results in a low grunt from Peter. Immediately loving the sound, you decide to do it again.

Peter's hands slowly move from your thighs to your butt. He gives it a light squeeze, which makes you jump up in surprise.

You can feel him smiling against your lips. "That sneaky bastard did that on purpose!", you thought.

Well, two can play this game.

You decide to, slowly but surely, grind down on him harder. Peter grunts against your mouth, which makes your smile.

You want to take this further.

You're tugging at the hem of Peter's shirt, hoping he'll get the hint and take it off.

Peter pulls back and in one swift motion takes of his shirt.

"What the fuck! You never told me you were like, I don't know, totally ripped!", you say to him, admiring his abs.

A compliment.

Peter doesn't know how to react so he just kisses you again.

After a while you decide to take of your shirt too. You pull away from Peter, a seductive look in your eyes. Slowly you take of your shirt, not breaking eye contact with him. Seeing as you were just chilling alone in your room before he came over, you didn't bother to wear a bra. Why would you? No one would come over at this time, right.

As you were about to pull your shirt over your head, still looking into Peter's eyes, loving how eager he looked to see your chest,

The door opened. The fucking door fucking opened, what the fuck.

"Hey y/n, do you know what a- what. the. fuck", Bucky walked into your room, abruptly stopping when he sees you hurrying to put your shirt back on, straddling a half naked Peter, with his hands on your butt.

"Uhm hi", you both say, looking at Bucky, who had the most shit eating grin on his face.

You and Peter looked at each other, both completely panicking.

"Hi. Having fun?", Bucky breaks the silence, obviously knowing what was about to take place.

"Yeah, no, uhm, I was just showing Peter where I would - if I ever decide to - get a tattoo. That was what we were doing.", you say, mentally slapping for yourself for that horrible excuse.

Peter tried to say something, but he was completely frozen. Internally completely shutting down.

"Yeah, no, I absolutely believe that. That's completely believable.", Bucky says, with small smile on his face.

"Please Bucky, please don't tell dad. He'll kill me if he finds out. Please.", you say, practically begging him to not tell your dad.

You know how he gets whenever a boy is mentioned. His, as you like to call it, 'protect my baby girl' protocol activates and he gets way too overprotective.

"Okay, I won't tell him. But! You have to promise me you'll do my dishes for a week.", he says.

"I promise, I promise. Thanks Buck."

"Yeah yeah, okay. I'm going now, byee!", Bucky says, turning around and walking out the door. "Use protection!"

"Bucky. Shut. Up."

"Okay, I'll go now."

When Bucky's gone, you finally look at Peter. He still looks shocked, but after a while he says: "Oh my god. We kissed. Wow"

"Yeah, we did.", you say.

"Do you maybe want to go on a date or something? I mean if you want of course. I just thought that ma-"

Before he can say anything more, you cut him off by kissing him. He freezes, but after a while he kisses you back.

You slowly pull away.

"I'd love to go on a date with you, Peter.", you say smiling at him. He smiles back at you before slowly leaning in and kissing you again.

"Okay, it's really late and we should probably go to bed.", you say, as you're pulling Peter down to lay next to you.

You lay your head on his chest and cuddle into him. He cuddles you back and after a while you fall asleep. A permanent smile plastered on both of your faces.

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Bonus!

The next morning you and Peter walked into the kitchen, immediately getting stares from everyone.

"So, did you and Peter have fun last night?", Sam asks.

You see the look on his face and you just know he knows.

"Where. Is. Bucky?", you say, sounding calm, but exploding inside.

"Oh, he's dead.", Nat says, with a dumb smile on her face.

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I hope you all like it! This is the first thing I've ever really written, so I apologise if it's not that good, but I'm sure I'll get better over time!

I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

xx Sara

[novamirmirsblog]

Awww I loved the Romeo Romeo fic!!! Can I put my two cents and say Peter would be so used to calling R “Auntie R”. Then one day, out of excitement of something that happened (could be about school, social life, MJ, anything) and he sees Natasha, and without thinking he’s like “Oh my gosh!! Aunt Natasha! You’re not gonna believe what just hap-!” Then he realizes what he just said and is like “Oh sorry! I didn’t mean for that to come out of my mouth! Sorry!” He’s stammering and Natasha is just fighting the urge to not tear up a little because she was called aunt by the spidey boo. What would you add to this?

OMG HE SO WOULD AND NATASHA WOULD BE SO HAPPY BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULD NEVER HAVE THAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP

Part 3

Natasha had resigned to the fact she would never be as close to Peter as he was to you (she personally found it slightly rude considering she was also named after a spider but she wouldn’t let anyone else know that)

Peter had called you auntie accidentally after you had made him his favourite meal after a tough day at school and it had kinda just stuck.

While Stark’s ego enjoyed being ‘Mr Stark’ to the spider kid, he didn’t appreciate the fact you got a familial title before he did.

Between the three of you, you had basically adopted him. Tony was a father figure (and a bad influence occasionally), you were his aunt and Nat was...well she was Nat.

Peter always wanted to be closer to Natasha, he just wasn’t sure how to go about it. He knew how uncomfortable she found affection to be and while you had done wonders with getting her comfy with it, he still wasn’t sure how well he would be received.

You, an unbiased perspective, saw this emotional turmoil between the two spiders in your life and decided to help. You started with Natasha, subtly asking her how she felt about Peter using aunt with not just you, but her too.

Natasha smiled unconsciously when you suggested it, immediately schooling her face into a look of indifference once she realised what she was doing. You were her girlfriend though and saw straight through what she was doing. She wanted that boy to call her aunt just as much as he wanted to call her that.

During a conversation with Peter, you ‘accidentally’ called Nat Auntie Nat and it was like a light bulb had gone off in Peter’s head.

You had successfully planted seeds in both their heads, nurturing an idea that was already there.

The day that it happened was one that you will never forget. You and Natasha were sitting at the table, drinking your (non alcoholic because it was a little too early for that even thought it was after lunch) drinks when Peter came running in.

That boy could never move slowly. He was either asleep or at 100.

“Hey Peter, how was your day?”

“Good thanks auntie y/n! Omg it was so cool, today me, Ned and MJ decided to see how fast I could climb the school clock. I even beat my personal record Auntie Nat!”

There was a moment of stunned silence. An evil grin began growing on your face. Your plan had finally worked.

Natasha’s eyes began to fill with tears. Not in a noticeable way for anyone normal but for Natasha, this was a big deal. She was so overwhelmingly happy that she just wanted to cry but that would obviously send the wrong message.

While Natasha was having her internal panic, Peter was trying desperately to pull back what he said by talking louder and faster, his face getting redder and redder by the second.

“IM SO SORRY I CALLED YOU THAT MISS ROMANOFF!”

That seemed to snap Natasha out of her haze as the last thing she wanted him to be was sorry. Her little spidey boo had just called her auntie!

“No no no. Don’t be sorry. I loved it...” Natasha mumbled that last part, her face having a slight blush to it (which again, was a major deal for Natasha) “I would love to be your aunt. I mean technically you already call my girlfriend your aunt.” She laughed and brought him into a hug, gesturing you over too

“Although” she continued “I am slightly offended you called me aunt second. We’re both spiders.”

“And I love both my spiders so much!” You took a quick picture before joining the hug. You might have a weird family, but you loved them anyway.

Bonus

“What am I doing wrong happy?” Tony shook his head as he watched the scene in front of him. Damn Natasha had gotten a family title before he did.

“Nothing sir. He loves you the most and you know that. He just gives them the names so they feel like they’re on an equal level to you.”

No one will ever know if what Happy said was true or not, only Peter would truly know and there’s a sneaking suspicion that he loves you all equally.

I LOVED WRITING THIS. ya girl needed some fluff today and this worked perfectly

[vegalocity]

Kiss 9- first kiss for Amnesia Spicynoodles? (Whether as Red Boy and Xiaotian or Red Son and MK, your choice).

Affection meme

9. first kiss

Goddamn i gotta get back on that AU

That's actually a very clever shorthand for the difference between 'the Son of the Monkey King' and 'The Monkie Kid' Anon hope you don't mind me using it!

Also since this is technically the first real THING i'm writing for this Au it got a lil crazy

--

It was.... weird... falling into this rhythm with Red Son.

Even he'd seemed surprised at how quickly he'd agreed to join their team while they were hunting down the weapon that could finally end the Lady Bone Demon. Sure he'd reasoned that he was doing it for the sake of his father, that their family had been taken advantage of by that demon, and this was little more than 'enemy of my enemy' but barely time at all had passed before he may as well have joined simply because he wanted to.

There weren't a lot of bunks on Sandy's Hovership, and at the start of all of this, everyone was so on edge (and in Monkey King's case injured) that it just made more sense to sleep whenever it struck rather than sort out bedroom options and who bunked with whom.

Which had lead to some interesting things so far, such as Monkey King tending to curl up against Tang as he was reading or something and taking a nap right there and how Tang seemed like... wayyy too comfortable with it despite how he'd first reacted to seeing him on New Years.

Pigsy was ALWAYS crabby in the mornings, but he was getting exponentially more frustrated after waking up for something or another he never seemed to be able to relay when he woke (probably some frustrating reoccurring dream that keeps blotting out when he wakes up, MK didn't remember his dreams much either so he could relate)

And about thee days in of Red Son working with them, he'd knocked out during some down time, and while he was sitting near him. The ship rumbled, Red Son hadn't woken, but he slid to the side until he was leaned against MK's shoulder. and... It was comfy. Red Son was warm, and soft.

And before he'd known it he was being startled awake by Xiaojiao making delighted cooing noises and the flash of her camera. And when he jostled Red Son woke up as well. He'd met his gaze for a second and his artist brain noted that his eyes were a rather lovely shade of amber, not even fiery orange or honey brown, but pure, precious stone amber.

and for a moment it had felt... nostalgic... in a way he couldn't place. and the puzzled look on Red Son's face mirrored his confusion at the sudden thought, before the demon slammed up the walls again and pushed MK away, face burning bright red.

But from there it had spiraled.

It was just so... easy? he supposed would be the word. It was almost startling how easy it was to fall into this rhythm with Red Son. Not a few months ago he was a nominal enemy, yet here they were finding themselves sitting next to eachother more often than not, sometimes close enough for shoulders to brush, their unconscious bodies rolling over at once to tangle together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At one point they were facing a demon that had cast one of those 'greatest fear' spells over the lot of them, and before it had hit he'd felt Red Son slip his hand into his own with a small startled gasp. And before the world went black and he was covered by spiders and the looming specter of his own failures he'd squeezed back.

That had actually happened just hours ago, and MK's hand was still tingly. Everyone was a little shaken up from that one. (Monkey King had holed himself away in one of the few bedrooms there were and he sounded physically pained when MK had tried to check in on him and he'd answered that he'd rather be alone. he was pretty sure Tang was allowed in, and he tried not to take that personally. It was probably a whole 'Mentor doesn't want his student to see him freaked out' thing. If he didn't stop taking everything so damn personally he'd be a sucker for the next fear spell or whatever.) And unlike the others, Red Son didn't have any loved ones on this ship to help reassure him.

So... if their... something or another... that had been developing was gonna mean anything, that probably meant it should fall on him.

Red Son was where he'd expected him to be, half buried in engine guts in Sandy's work area, his hands were shaking and there was a far off look in his eye.

MK had to physically lift him and drag him away, and it was a lot harder without the Mystic Monkie Strength, but he managed.

in fact he'd gotten all the way to the kitchen area and Red Son had stopped struggling in his arms screeching to be let go (yet never trying to flare his fire and forcing MK to drop him) before his stamina gave out and he had to deposit Red Son in one of the chairs.

"Noodle boy i swear this truce will end in an INSTANT if you do not explain yourself-"

"You're freaking out."

"YES I AM! You would be too if your current ally just lifted you up from what you were doing and carried you to the deserted part of the ship because even the Pig is too on edge to be in here!"

"I mean from this afternoon. Red son, you've been pale as a sheet since we got out of there and your hands are STILL shaking." He watched as he hurriedly hid them in his pockets. "You need to talk to someone. And it may as well be me."

"I- I don't need to talk about ANYTHING! Presumptuous Noodle Boy... Bold of you to assume I'd just pour my heart out at some perceived internal detriment which you have no proof even exists!" The bluster and casual insults were considerably less convincing than they were when they were enemies...

...maybe he was just starting to see through them better.

Red Son pulled his hands back onto the table, as a sort of subtle show of how fine he totally was, and clenched his fists to keep them from continuing to shake.

"Red..." The nickname felt... natural. He couldn't quite explain why, but he supposed they'd been Something-or-Another-ing long enough to make it reasonable. Red Son's glare abated and was replaced quickly with a shocked expression. But he didn't shout to not be called something so short, so MK considered that a signal to continue. So he continued with what felt natural and placed a hand over his clenched fist.

The defensive anger was all but gone. And that puzzled, yet slightly awed look he kept sharing with Red Son during moments like these replaced it and those amber eyes darted down to their linked hands, as if he didn't quite know what to do next.

Eventually Red Son came to a decision, and MK let him fiddle around with his grip until their hands were linked properly. And it felt... it was that weird sense of nostalgia again. And as everything else neither of them could quite explain it felt right. familiar. Natural.

"It's not really worth talking about." Red Son responded after the moment passed. yet he didn't pull his hand away. "I know better than to believe what it had showed me."

"Red-"

"I mean, I SHOULD know better, right?" He looked away from MK then, but squeezed his hand a little tighter. "I mean- they're my parents. and they agreed me coming along with you all to take down the Lady Bone Demon was the best course of action. I know they wouldn't disown me because they believed I was becoming more aligned with you all than with the family. That just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm somehow betraying them!" Red Son was working through it in his head, and he didn't seem to really realize that he'd admitted to seeing MK as a friend, so he just squeezed his hand a little tighter and filed that away to celebrate later.

"It's irrational, and it's ridiculous that I actually feared the idea."

"It's not ridiculous, If you think it's irrational then it probably is, but it's not ridiculous. " Red Son looked back at him then and raised a brow. "I mean, who isn't afraid that they're letting their parents down in some way?" He remembered how nervous Xiaojiao was about the idea of disappointing her family, and he was always worried that he'd disappointed his fath-....

What was he thinking about again?.... right, Xiaojiao and her parents.

Red Son took his attention again and the confusion zipped right out of his mind. he gently detangled his hand from MK's and was moving to stand.

"I suppose you're right. And... In that regard I should probably thank you for allowing me the chance to properly process."

"Anytime, Red."

He stood as well, with nowhere else to go, he supposed he'd probably just go out onto the deck and do a little one-man training, heavens knew he needed it.

Red Son put a hand on his shoulder before either of them could pull away and when he turned back to face the demon-

Red Son was looking at him with intent. determination. And it was only then that MK realized that maybe holding someone's hand while they talked about some Real Shit with you, constantly sitting next to each other so as to be closer, falling asleep on each other, and sometimes when you wake up you glance at their mouth wondering how easy it would be to just...

Maybe that wasn't just all friendship overtures.

And maybe they'd had a name for their little something-or-another already.

Neither of them were ever very good at this whole 'self control' thing anyway.

Red Son was just as warm as he'd anticipated. His calloused fingers hooking under his chin as if to keep MK in place. And it was... chaste. Nothing like the fierce passionate devouring of another's mouth that he'd anticipated a demon to go for (that he'd daydreamed about) Almost... child-like. As if Red Son hadn't kissed anyone since before he hit Demon Puberty and didn't know how to do it right. And the action alone made MK feel very much like a child as well. Which was ridiculous he was a grownass man and Red Son was a fully matured demon, and the shortest most chaste little peck made him feel like a squeaky voiced kid.

When they parted he peeked his eyes open just a bit, and it seemed like Red Son had realized the same thing, the two of them shared a soft chuckle.

But then Red Son started to pull away, and that wouldn't do. MK wrapped his arms around the demon's shoulders and properly kissed him this time.

And it didn't feel quite as natural, but it did feel right.

So that was what mattered.

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Never Satisfied [Chapter 6]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

A collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“I don’t wanna look like this, fuck”

Previously on Never Satisfied:

Digital Checkpoint activated. Reply to save progress. 💜 — Cora

With minimal contemplation he replies seconds later.

Corpse: save

Cora: your progress has been saved. Thank you for choosing A.S.S. - the Automated Save System. You are now free to activate the digital checkpoint at any time. 

Cora: I had a nice time. Text me whenever you need to. We’ll hang out again soon, deal?

Corpse: thank you

Cora: anytime sugar ;)

Funny how a text exchange so simple and short can turn so much around for a person. Funny how a huge weight lifts off him the second he locks his phone, suddenly finding it easier to breathe, to move, to blink, to function - to live. She gives him that kick he needs to be reminded to live and not just be alive. He’s still not comfortable with how much he’s relying on her but seeing her effect on him is nothing but positive, the most and best thing he can do for himself is go with the flow and let things happen. No overthinking, no planning, no shooting guesses, just facing things as they come face-to-face with him. He may never get used to it, but he won’t know that until he tries, will he?

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Corpse sighs as he looks at himself in the mirror. He’s been trying to step up a little with the dressing game since he’ll be having a special guest over - ok, truth be told, he didn’t invite her, she invited herself but he’s glad she did. Lord knows he wants her company and wants her around but he could never bring himself to invite her over or initiate a hangout. Good thing Cora doesn’t expect anything from him, not of that nature at least. It’s oddly amazing having a person like her - someone who basically reads his mind like an open book and then takes action according to what she’s read. It’s not only the fact that she accurately gauges all his wants and needs, but also how she knows exactly what to do to satisfy them. To calm him down, to relieve his anxiety, to make him feel comfortable. He feels strangely selfish for always being on the receiving end of this friendship, although he doesn’t see much he could do for her. He’s decided to let time have full control of the course of their relationship, hoping his giver time would come soon.

As of now, however, it still hasn’t and he can stomach that.

It’s been about a week and a half since their first hangout but he hasn’t missed her once. That may be due to how much they’ve been texting ever since he unlocked that checkpoint she offered him. To be more specific, it probably has something to do with the fact that her texts are always so full of life and light, sounding almost like she’s there with him, talking in her signature upbeat and bubbly way which is such a contrast to his own melancholic approach to any conversation ever. 

She’s also sent him a ton of memes and selfies, plus pictures she took of clients’ pets. In return for her kindness, he’s sent her bad jokes, weird internet articles about ghosts and pictures of the current game he was playing. Needless to say, their chats have been very colorful.

Now that the scene has been set up a little better, a direct timeline of events lading up to this one would be appreciated, wouldn’t it? Ok so, it all started with an “I’m bored” text Corpse received from Cora about two hours ago. Instinctively, and partially because he didn’t have any idea what else he could possibly say in response to that he sent back an apology. An apology Cora apparently deemed a loophole she could use to invite herself over cause that’s exactly what she did, not that Corpse minds it much. In fact, he felt his heartbeat quicken with excitement when her “K then, I’ll be there in a bit :)” text came in. At first he thought it was his anxiety kicking in but when he realized the rest of his typical symptoms remained absent it took him a little while to pinpoint what that emotion could be.

The epiphany came in the form of the word ‘excitement’.

Regardless of the newfound feeling, or maybe exactly because of it, he attempted to protest. A protest she killed easily with a threatening “I know where you live” text which sent Corpse scrambling to get the apartment in some kind of order. Himself too, it’s safe to say he wasn’t looking the most presentable when he received that message. 

His cleaning session consisted mostly of him shoving the strewn about items in his closet and closing it shut like a wild beast dwelled inside, placing a chair in front of the door as a sign for her not to open it and also as a way of preventing the thing from opening on its own because of how overflowing it was. 

Afterwards he scrambled into the shower to scrub himself down. It’d been too much for him to tackle given he wasn’t doing too well mentally, but considering he was now suddenly expecting company he thought it’d be for the best not to subject his new friend to the three-day-unshowered Corpse stank. 

Right now, his main focus is his face, his stomach sinking at the sight of himself in the mirror’s reflection. 

How does she even want to see me? 

His mirror is cracked along the right side, spider web-like cracks reaching towards the center of it from the impact point serving as a reminder of a particularly bad night he’d rather forget.

He sighs as he combs his hair, knowing the dark curls won’t oblige and behave no matter how much he tries. He touches his jaw, deciding to let himself off the hook by deeming that a shave wouldn’t be necessary for at least another day. And then his eyes land on his clothes - an outfit it didn’t take him long to put together since those are the only articles of clothing in his closet he’d consider presentable enough to be shown off in front of a new friend who is yet to find out how much of a slob he really is. That clothing choice consists of a black button-up shirt and jeans. 

This is nice, right? It’s fine. It’s business casual but definitely leaning more towards casual, as some would say. I look...nice, decent. I’ll take it - it’s enough. Far better than my ‘usual’.

A knock at the door startles him, though it’s quickly followed by a voice he’s grown to find very endearing: 

“THIS IS THE COPPAS! OPEN UP YA’ DOOR!” The voice yells out, probably loud enough for the whole complex to hear but it’s not like he gives a shit. And, as context clues show, neither does she.

Corpse exits his bathroom, heading for the front door, pulling the chain off and unlocking the deadbolt before opening it. The object of his newfound affection stands on the other side, grinning and beaming with that usual light she has surrounding her. Her hair is thrown up into a messy bun - a hairstyle she seems to love - and she’s wearing a simple red t-shirt covered in little chubby, cartoonish black cats that seem to be struggling to exist. 

He smiles a little, finding it in himself to speak up but when he opens his mouth to do so, she cuts him off.

“Jesus, did you just come back from a funeral?” She asks, pulling at one of the buttons on his chest as she walks past him, letting herself in. 

His eyes, completely on their own accord, wander down as she walks on by, causing him to swallow hard as he finds himself staring at a pair of tanned legs, patterned by the fishnets she’s wearing, leading up to a pair of short black shorts. 

She turns on her heel about halfway down the hall, leading him to take an inevitable notice of how her well-loved boots could use a polish. Anyhow, he snaps his gaze away to hide the fact he’s been gawking, despite not really meaning to.

“No, but for real, why are you wearing that? You seem super confined and uncomfy, bud.”

Corpse blinks before swallowing and glancing down at himself, pulling at the button she touched before looking back up, his gaze traveling up the length of her legs. She has suspenders hanging over her thighs, more of an accessory than a necessary addition to her outfit. “I just...I dunno, I thought it looked nice. Does it not? I mean, I wouldn’t know, really. I don’t usually dress like this.”

“I mean, you look dapper as fuck but if you’re not comfortable then change, get your comfy game on. I’m the last person you need to impress in this world.”

God, she sees right through him. Even so, he considers protesting, trying to convince it’s all fine, that he likes this shirt and the outfit in its entirety. But her stare sets the record straight for him - she’ll know it’s all lies. And with that in mind, he lets his shoulders fall. Not a full second passes before he promptly starts undoing his buttons. 

“Oh, thank fuck.”  She comments as he  goes to retreat into his room, stripping the shirt off as he walks, unaware of her lingering eyes on his back, unaware of her lower lip bitten between her pearly teeth. Unaware of the subtle shift in her stance as she looks him over much like he did her moments earlier.

When he returns a moment later in a simple dark grey t-shirt, she greets him with a grin and pats his chest. “Much better.”

It doesn’t take long for them to decide to crash on his couch, throw on a bad movie and just sit in comfortable silence. Comfortable silence - something that usually eats away at him and is anything but comfortable he now sees as calming, a soothe to his ever-racing mind. 

Disrespecting the movie, Corpse takes to analyzing his guest instead. She has so much confidence, he can’t help but notice, like she’s been here hundreds of times, known him for so long. He hates her a little for it. Well, it’s not quite hate, it leans more toward envy. Jealousy. That human-nature characteristic of wanting what someone else has but you desperately need/wish you had. In his mind, she’s almost selfish: Why couldn’t she share some of that confidence and carefree manner with the rest of the world? It oozes out of her like a drip of honey from a beehive, sweet and warm. And all he wants yet has none of.

He instinctively tenses up as he feels her move closer before, suddenly, her head drops into his lap, legs kicked over the armrest of the couch. He holds his breath almost subconsciously, staring at her as she remains focused on the television. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he puts one across the back of the couch and the other awkwardly bent above his head. He doesn’t want her to get the wrong idea if he touches her. He doesn’t want to come off as a creep nor does he want to overstep any of her boundaries, despite the fact she’s walking a dangerous line of overstepping his. Well, that would’ve been the case if this was done by anyone but her. The way Corpse comes to this realization is when he figures out that he really doesn’t mind this proximity, as long as he doesn’t embarrass himself or creep her out in any way.

What felt like an eternity passes before she finally speaks up, still without looking away from the movie playing on the screen opposite the couch, “You know, I can feel how tense you are.” 

His face flushes with embarrassment, heating up as his mind immediately goes to the worst possible outcome of this situation.

She’ll probably sit up, or leave, he thinks to himself, heart thumping in his ears as he tries to observe her face the best he can from this angle. Nevertheless, he swallows that fear as she rolls her head to look up at him with those large glittering doe eyes, grinning a bit as she seems to always do, “You can just put your hands wherever it’s comfortable for you. I don’t mind.”

He hesitates for a moment but, as always, he doesn’t get much say cause she makes the choice for him, knowing that pesky fear is keeping him immobile. She takes the hand from over his head and pulls it down to rest just next to her skull. She then drags the one resting at the back of the couch, placing it so his hand is resting dead-center on her stomach. Satisfied with how she’s rearranged his posture, she goes back to watching the movie but not before asking: “This okay?” while looking at him through her peripheral vision. 

He’d have to admit it’s far more comfortable like this.

“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re okay?” He asks, feeling relieved when he feels her nod against his leg. 

He moves his hand a little and swallows hard as he contemplates if he really should make the move he’s thinking of at the moment. And then he abruptly decides not to think. So, instead, he acts on it. 

Without thinking of any potential negative consequences, Corpse slides his fingers to lace with hers, resting their conjoined hands on her stomach in the same spot where she left his hand a bit ago. She curls her digits around his tighter as reassurance that it’s ok. Her palm feels warm in his hand, her thumb tracing his cold metal rings. 

Checkpoint...his checkpoint. 

Is this what it feels like to be normal?, he wonders, Is this what it feels like to really connect with someone? He has never felt this before. He’s never met someone who has such an effect on him, understand him like this - Without even having to ask she grounded him; she knew what he needed and didn’t make him feel like an idiot about it. Instead she gave him the comfort he needed.

And suddenly he finds himself afraid - realizing that this isn’t simply a vibe of two buddies hanging out. He has that subtle ache in his chest that’s telling him he wants something…something substantial from this friendship. He wants this to last, or for it to blossom, he’s not sure yet. But for the first time, he doesn’t feel the overwhelming need to figure it out. That’s one of the many effects this girl has on him - she’s the definition of improvisation, unpredictable and alive. He’s slowly learning to let loose himself, all thanks to her. Slowly, he’s learning to trust time. 

He abruptly realizes he’s glancing at her often as the movie is still running, examining her features and slowly running his gaze down the length of her fishnet-clad thighs before quickly looking away, mentally scolding himself. It’s hard, but he manages to turn his gaze elsewhere for his sake and hers. For the sake of keeping things normal, platonic and not in any way awkward for either of them. The last thing he needs is to make things weird by letting his mind wander and activate his libido and then she’d really notice how tense he is. 

Cora remains oblivious to what’s going on in his head, thank God, as she continues running her thumb across his knuckles, eyes half lidded in calm content - something that’d typically seem like the complete opposite of what she is. He likes seeing her like this, tamed almost. He feels like no one else has had the privilege to see this calm side of her. Maybe that’s not the truth - it probably isn’t - but he still feels special, knowing that it’s a tight circle of people who have seen her this way.

And then he realizes the movements of her thumb on his hand have stopped.

He freezes for a moment, his fearful gaze travelling to her face where he’s relieved to find her eyes closed only seconds before he hears a light snore escape her.

She’s fallen asleep.

It’s an odd scene. She’s such a wild and free spirit, seeing her fall asleep like this is like observing an abnormality, a paranormal event. You know, like something one doesn’t usually believe exists or is capable of happening. He’d never before been able to imagine her asleep. It’s ridiculous, he’s aware - she’s human after all, but his mind has never been able to comprehend the thought and image of her captured by the power of sleep. He simply couldn’t see it happening. But now that it’s happened in front of him, he can’t look away from the sight of her relaxed, peaceful features, overcome by sudden slumber.

And then he comes to the realization that he’s now practically held hostage on his own couch, crippled by the danger of waking her up. It’s gonna be a long while, isn’t it, he thinks to himself, yet there’s still a satisfied smile on his face. A smile that’s a result of knowing he’s held hostage by her. That’s more a blessing than a curse, if he’s being honest.

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[hardcasey]

Soft Hands, Soft Hearts

Won't Fade into the Background - Part 1

Pairing: Wooley x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Wooley have been pining for each other for a while, but after a few drinks at 79′s, you gain the courage to make the first move. 

Word Count: 3.3k 

Rating/Warnings: G, this is just pure fluff 🥺

A/N: Okay, so I had the idea to make a series devoted to giving the background clones the love they deserve. I have ideas for a bunch of different clones, but if their are any specific boys you are interested in, please let me know! I started with Wooley because I was feeling soft and he is baby (sorry, I don’t make the rules)  😤 This installment is fluffy af, but I have some ideas for a smutty follow-up if there is any interest. 

Also, a HUGE thank you to @delusionsxfgrandeur for both proofreading this and giving me the confidence to post it in the first place 💕

It had been months, but the 212th had finally returned to Coruscant after a particularly grueling campaign. The men, having received a week of well-earned shore leave, had barely gotten their feet on the ground before making a beeline to 79’s. Which is where you now sat, drunk off your ass amidst a sea of white and orange. 

You were an information officer attached to the 212th and had quickly befriended many of its members, a feat you accomplished just by treating them with the most basic level of respect and consideration. All it took was you remembering their names and sneaking them in a few treats before they were all following you around like a pack of lost puppies. It made you very protective over them, they all were such good, soft boys who deserved the world. Especially Wooley, the clone currently sitting next to you in the booth you had all squeezed into. 

He was younger then some of the other troopers like Waxer and Boil, still too shiny to have earned his colors yet. He was soft-spoken and somewhat shy, which only endeared him to you more. And he also had the softest, fluffiest looking hair you had ever seen, which he wore in an undercut that just accentuated the look for maximum poof. 

The only thought in your head right now was how much you wanted to run your hair through it. I bet it feels like a cloud, you thought drunkenly as you stared at him unabashedly, no doubt grinning like an idiot. You had your chin resting in your hand and started to loll your head back and forth, basking in the pleasant buzz of the alcohol coursing through your system. Evidently, it had started to affect your fine motor skills since your chin slipped from your palm and you bumped your nose hard against the rim of your glass. 

“Ow,” you winced as you rubbed your face, shooting a dirty look at Waxer as he snickered at you from across the table, drawing the attention of others. 

“Had enough?” Cody asked, cocking up his eyebrow at you with a smile, an expression he had no doubt picked up from General Kenobi. 

“Mmmh, I think this’ll be my last drink,” you replied, motioning to the half finished drink in front of you. You had reached the perfect level of drunkenness, just enough to leave you feeling carefree and happy without becoming too messy. The last thing you wanted was for one of the boys to have to drag your drunk ass back to your room, especially on their first night of leave. 

Wooley caught your eyes as you settled back down, and you shot him a broad smile that made his heart beat faster. He could feel his cheeks heat up slightly and he smiled timidly back at you before you turned back to Cody, the two of you falling into a playful back and forth. 

Wooley’s eyes fell to his hands, looking sheepish, and Boil chose that moment to kick him under the table. Wooley made an indignant noise at his vod’s antics, and was about to protest when Boil started darting his eyes at you repeatedly and mouthed ‘Talk to her’. 

His brothers could read the hesitation on his face because Waxer swooped in and said lowly, “She’s been staring at you all night, vod. She likes you!”

Both Waxer and Boil knew of his giant crush on you, and had launched a campaign to get the two of you together, much to Wooley’s embarrassment. The two of them were not subtle and the last thing he wanted was the two of them making a scene in front of you. He took a long drink of whatever alcohol was in front of him, hoping to quell his nervousness. 

With Wooley’s attention momentarily elsewhere, he missed the moment when Boil caught Cody’s eye and gave him a small nod. The Commander was also privy to their plans and masterfully steered the two of you’s conversation to Wooley’s recent accomplishments on the battlefield. 

“You should have seen it, he jumped right on top of the spider spider droid and took it out faster than I could blink, isn’t that right Wooley?” 

Wooley froze as you turned to look at him expectantly, barely managing not to choke on his drink. “Uhh, yeah,” was all he managed to come up with in response and he wanted to smack himself. Kriff, why was he so bad at this? 

You rattled off a couple more questions at him, which he answered in similar fashion, though if you were bothered by it you didn’t show it. He nervously ran a hand through his hair as he desperately wracked his brain for something, anything to say. 

Luckily, he was saved when you blurted out, “Can I touch your hair?” Apparently being drunk made you just say anything, huh, you chided yourself, hoping the booth would swallow you up whole. 

You were completely surprised when he stuttered out, “S-sure,” and scooted closer to give you better access. Reaching up and running your fingers through his thick curls, you found that it was in fact softer than a cloud, a thought which made you start to giggle uncontrollably. Your laughter was infectious because soon enough, Wooley was laughing too. 

You kept slowly playing with his hair, your hand sometimes wandering to the sides to feel the short hairs there. A shiver ran through his body at the sensation “That tickles,” he told you, eyes half lidded and words slightly slurred, though you couldn’t be sure if it was from the alcohol or something else.  

Your fingers paused. “Oh, sorry. I can stop if you want.”

You started to pull your hand away but he caught you around the wrist gently. “No!” he said, maybe a little too loudly. He winced slightly and then much more softly he said “I like it,” before placing your hand back on his head. 

You smiled and told him, “C’mere,” pulling him closer so that he could rest his head on your shoulder. “My arm was getting tired. This is much more comfy.” 

“Mmm,” he agreed as he shifted to settle against you. His  cheeks were still pink but he seemed much more relaxed now.

“So it sounds like you’ll be getting to paint your armor orange soon, huh?” 

His eyes brightened at that and your heart clenched at the proud look that washed over his face. “Yeah! I have a few ideas of how I’m gonna paint it, but I haven’t decided on a final design yet.” 

“What are some of them? I’ll help you make up your mind.” 

~~~

By the time you all left the bar it was early in the morning, but the streets of Coruscant were still packed with people, all hoping to enjoy the first day of the weekend. You and the rest of your group weaved through the throngs of people as you made your way back to the barracks. Being short, you had a harder time pushing your way through the people and almost got separated from the group before someone grabbed your wrist and tugged you back into the group. 

You stumbled towards whoever had rescued you, looking up to see it was Wooley. “Don’t wanna lose you,” he said gently and you felt your heart do a backflip. He had no business being this cute! None at all!

He hadn’t released your wrist yet, and maybe it was the alcohol making you braver than normal, but you decided to slip your hand into his. When he realized what you had done, he looked down at your joined hands and smiled up at you before the two of you raced to catch up with the rest of your group. 

When you finally arrived at the barracks, you were about to reluctantly pull your hand away when Cody said, “Wooley, why don’t you walk her back to her room, just to make sure she gets back safely. We don’t want to lose our favorite information officer.” 

“Uh, yes sir!” Wooley said with a salute, though he misjudged the force of his hand somewhat and thwacked himself in the eye instead. He was just thankful he had the alcohol as an excuse for his mistake, instead of the real reason, which was the look in Cody’s eyes that said ‘If you don’t ask her out tonight, you’ll be on latrine duty for a week.’ 

Without further ado, you bid the rest of the boys goodnight and started off towards your room, still hand in hand. Even though it was calloused, his hand was still so warm and nice against yours, and you never ever wanted this to end. You squeezed his hand lightly and your heart soared when you felt him squeeze back. 

The walk to your room was about a thousand hours too short and you quickly found yourself standing in front of the door. 

There was a beat of silence where the two of you just started at each other, both unsure of what to say. Wooley was racking his mind for a way to ask you out on a date, desperately hoping you couldn’t feel how sweaty his palm was. 

You beat him to it, though, and asked, “Do you have any plans for this week?” If you don’t I was thinking we could, um, do something together tomorrow.” Your bravery faltered somewhat halfway through, but it didn’t matter because his eyes lit up and he nodded back vigorously. 

“That sounds great!” 

“Okay! I’ll think of some places we can go and text you in the morning so we can decide.” 

“Great!” 

There was another beat while you had an internal debate with yourself. Did you kiss him? Should you ask or just do it? Should you wait to see if he kissed you?! Little did you know that Wooley was having the exact same debate in his head, only about 100 times more panicked. 

You decided that you had no more bravery left tonight and settled on running your hand up his arm and giving his bicep a little squeeze. “Goodnight! I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you,” was all he could come up with as his brain short circuited. He watched with an awestruck expression as you went into your room, staring at the metal door in a daze for much longer than he’d like to admit. He realized he would look like a creep if he just hovered outside your room all night and quickly made his way back to the barracks with the biggest smile on his face. 

The door to the barracks slid open and he paused as he came face to face with all of his vode, who all turned to look at him as he walked through the door. Even Cody had yet to retire to his personal quarters. 

“Well, how’d it go?” Boil was the first one to break the silence and ask what everyone wanted to know. 

“She asked me out!” Wooley told them, still smiling broadly. 

The room was filled with cheers as all his brothers crowded around to congratulate him, patting him on the back and ruffling his hair affectionately. Despite all the attention, Wooley couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. 

~~~

“Try the other jacket,” Boil said from his perch on the top bunk. 

Wooley shucked off the jacket he was wearing and quickly slipped his arms through the jacket Cody held out to him. “How do I look?” 

“Hmm, let me see the first one again.” Boil’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he contemplated Wooley’s current outfit. They had been at this for the last twenty minutes, trying to figure out the best outfit for his date, which was happening in less than an hour. 

“There are only two jacket options! And you’ve worn both of them multiple times, Boil!��� Wooley moaned. The clones didn’t have much access to civilian clothes and the few they had managed to commandeer - mostly from the Lost and Found in the Coruscant Guards’ office - were shared between the lot of them. There was even a clothes economy of sorts that had developed between the various squads. In fact, the jacket he was currently wearing had been Cody’s prize for beating Rex at a game of Sabacc a few cycles past. 

Wooley sighed before shooting Boil an apologetic look. He didn’t mean to sound unappreciative, after all his brothers had awoken early just to help him prepare, despite the hangovers they were undoubtedly nursing. He was just starting to feel nervousTM again. 

Cody put his hand on Wooley’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re overthinking it, vod. Remember, she asked you out. She wants to spend time with you.” 

“Who asked who out, now?” came a voice from behind them. They spun around to find General Kenobi leaning against the doorway, a steaming cup of caf in one hand.

“Wooley has a date today!” Waxer blurted out, smiling smugly as his younger brother shot him a look before turning back to address the general. 

“They are, uh,  trying to help me pick out an outfit to wear.” 

“We can’t decide on a jacket, though,” Cody chimed in, holding the other option up for Obi-Wan to see. “What do you think, sir?” 

Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered back and forth, rubbing at his beard absentmindedly as he considered. “Actually, I have something in my quarters that’ll go well with the whole look. You can borrow it if you want, Wooley.” 

“Oh no, sir, I couldn’t poss-” Wooley started, but the general ignored his protests, already starting to drag him towards his room. 

Wooley stood ramrod straight in the middle of General Kenobi’s bedroom as the jedi rummaged around in his closet to search for the jacket in question. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act in this scenario, they had never covered it in training. Though he had learned that there were many things involving General Kenobi that he had been totally unprepared for. 

“I know it’s in here somewhere.” Obi-Wan’s voice was muffled from behind the wall of clothing. “Ah, here it is!” He exclaimed before making his way back to Wooley. He blinked owlishly at the poor trooper in front of him, who looked so stressed out he was beginning to wonder if he’d need to call a medic. 

“Is this your first time going on a date?” He asked gently as he helped Wooley into the jacket, spinning him around to fuss with the collar a bit. 

“Is it that obvious?” Wooley asked with a shy smile. 

“Everyone is nervous on their first date, don’t worry. I remember the first time I went out with someone. My hands were shaking so much I ended up accidentally spilling water all over them. Trust me, it gets easier,” he finished with a warm laugh. 

Wooley was included to believe him. General Kenobi seemed to have a lot of experience in the romance department. Or at least it seemed that way, what with all the people who fawned over him. Maybe he would have some good advice for the question that had been plaguing his every thought since last night. 

“Um, general, if I could ask… how do you go about, uh, kissing someone for the first time. I asked some of the others for tips and they all had different ideas, which just made everything more confusing.” 

“Honestly, my best advice is to just ask them if you can kiss them. Many people find that really romantic. Wait for a moment that feels right, like a lull in the conversation when you two are close together. But most importantly, don’t stress yourself out about it. If it happens it happens, and if not just wait for another chance,” Obi-Wan patted Wooley on the head affectionately. “Now you should probably get going, you’re meeting them in twenty minutes.” 

“How do you know-” He didn’t even get the question out.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan’s commander had come to him this morning seeking advice to give his little brother. 

“Cody,” Wooley smiled fondly. He’d have to thank his commander later. 

~~~

You were waiting on the sidewalk in front of the barracks, shuffling your feet awkwardly as your planned meetup time drew nearer. The two of you had decided earlier to spend time walking around one of the huge seasonal markets that was in town for a few days. You hadn’t gone on many dates before now and this morning had been a whole debacle, your roommate helping you pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion. You had eventually settled on something casual but still cute, and sighed with relief when you saw that Wooley had a similar idea. You were starting to worry that maybe you had gone too casual. 

All of your nerves melted away once you saw him, looking like an absolute snack in that leather jacket. You decided to tell him as much as you offered him your hand. 

“This is the first time I’ve seen you out of your armor. You look handsome. Love the jacket.” 

Thank the Maker for Obi-Wan, Wooley thought as he took your hand and squeezed it fondly. “You look really great too!” He told you as the two of you made your way to the taxi stand, both pointedly ignoring the eyes of Wooley’s brothers trying and failing to be discrete as they started at you through one of the windows. 

You two made your way downtown to the market, which was a place where people from every corner of the galaxy would come to sell their wares. It seemed to span multiple city blocks and was absolutely packed with people. The two of you flitted from one booth to the next, marvelling at the exotic wares in each one. As you shopped, you both ended up finding little trinkets and buying them for each other as a way to remember the day. 

Before you knew it it was lunchtime and stopped to grab some food from one of the many vendors. The two of you found a place to eat nearby a troupe of street performers, snuggling up to each other as you ate and watched the show. When you got up, Wooley kept his arm around your waist and you were so happy that you were pretty sure you could leap twenty feet in the air like you had seen some of the Jedi do. 

You passed by a stand selling cotton candy and could’t pass up the opportunity to see Wooley’s face when he tried it for the first time. You ripped off a big piece and held it out for him to try. 

“It dissolved!” He said excitedly and you were pretty sure there were actual stars in his eyes. 

As you and Wooley split the cotton candy, he thought back to what Obi-Wan told him and wondered if this was one of the moments he was talking about. You two were so close to each other and your lips were glistening pink with sugar and, Maker, he wanted to kiss you so badly right now. 

He had just opened his mouth to ask you when a nearby animal bleated loudly. Your head whipped in the direction of the noise and from between people’s legs you spotted a small white animal that looked so incredibly fluffy. 

“Oh stars,” you whispered, “It’s so cute. C’mon Wooley let’s get a better look!” 

Without waiting for an answer, you started to tug him in the direction of the ball of fluff masquerading as an animal. He was briefly disappointed at the missed opportunity but was quickly distracted by the adorable animal in front of him. It was some sort of sheep-looking thing, only neither of you had seen one so fluffy. It’s fur was so thick that you could barely make out its face, making it look like a cotton ball with four nubby legs sticking out of the bottom. 

Your head darted around looking for the owner because you had to pet it NOW. Your eyes landed on an elderly Ugnaught woman settled in a rocking chair. She was working on a knitting project, her knitting needles moving a mile a minute, and the displays around her were filled with bundles of plush looking yarn. 

You waved your hand to get her attention. “Hi! Is this your sheep? Can we pet it?” 

The old woman pushed the pair of thick, round glasses she wore higher up her nose as she spoke. “Of course, dearie. I have some food here if you’d like to feed her. Just cup your hands out like this and she’ll come right over.”

The woman poured some pellets into your outstretched hands and you quickly knelt down to offer it to the sheep. It let out another little bleat as it approached before promptly gobbling up everything with fervor. You giggled at her antics, her soft little tongue tickling your palms. 

“Baaaaaa,” she whined up at you once she had finished, and the old lady scolded the little animal for acting like she was starving when she had just eaten an hour ago. 

You turned to Wooley, who had been watching your interaction from off to the side. “Do you want to try feeding her too?” 

“I-I’ve never fed an animal before…” He said hesitantly. 

“Don’t worry, it’s easy. I can help you if you want.” When he nodded you told him to cup his hands and the woman poured some more food for him to give the sheep. You had him kneel down next to you and helped him hold his palm out, cupping your hand under his. When you felt him trembling slightly, you ran your thumb soothingly across his wrist. He turned to look at you and, oh maker he was so close, you could just lean in an inch and kiss him. But no, you couldn’t get distracted right now, you had a hungry little sheep to feed. 

You both turned back to the matter at hand and Wooley made a little noise in the back of his throat when the sheep came up to him, but he kept his hand out and the little animal started inhaling the food. “Ahh, it tickles!” Wooley gasped, a huge smile on his face. 

Once you were done giving her treats, the three of you settled down on the floor of the little tent, the sheep moving between your laps as you took turns cuddling it. You both ended up taking pictures of each other with the sheep and the old woman even offered to take a picture of both of you with the sheep. You sat there for a while, chatting with the old lady, who had lived quite the life and had many interesting stories as a result. The conversation trailed off and you sat with your head on Wooley’s shoulder, the only sounds around you were the din of the market and the clacking of the woman’s knitting needles. 

You peaked up at Wooley only to find him staring down at you. There was a beat before he suddenly asked, “Can I kiss you?” 

He was about to start berating himself internally for asking so awkwardly, but all his thoughts stopped when you breathed out a soft, “Please.” And then you were cupping his cheek and pressing your lips against his, and nothing mattered anymore. You let out a contented sigh against his mouth and he moved his hand to rest on your hip. 

You were both reluctant to separate, but a tug at your hair made you gasp and pull away, only to find the sheep chewing on a lock of your hair. Behind you, you heard a chuckle and you both turned to see the old woman looking at you both with a knowing twinkle in her eye. Both of your faces heated up as you realized you had just started kissing right in the middle of her store. The two of you started to apologize but she brushed it off with another laugh. 

“You know, there is a tree in a park a few blocks from here. They call it the Lover’s Tree. My husband and I used to sneak off there for a bit of privacy,” she told you with a wink. 

You thanked the woman profusely and even ended up buying some yarn as a thank you. Before you left, you both gave the sheep one more pat on the head before taking off and running towards the tree hand in hand.

[moonlit-imagines]

New Idol

Peter Parker x Stark!sib!reader

warnings: *insert frowny face here*

a/n: this is a stark!sibling imagine!! PLATONIC. if i keep writing postmortem fics are you guys gonna be okay

prompt: after the death of tony stark, few people felt what peter was feeling and fewer could help him out down the line

The death of Tony Stark was felt around the world, but others couldn’t have imagined the way his family had been affected by this tragedy. He was your only brother and he did a damn good job at it, you owed him.

“Hey, Pepper.” You walked into the cabin with grocery bags in each hand and kicked the door shut behind you. Pepper turned around and let out a grateful sigh.

“Thank you so much for going shopping for us, it’s just been so stressful ever since...” Your sister-in-law began to explain, but trailed off before saying anything else just in case Morgan was nearby.

“It’s no problem at all, Pep. I understand.” You set the bags down in the kitchen and heard little footsteps from above that moved across the upper floor and down the stairs.

“Aunt/Uncle Y/N!” Morgan rushed down the steps, nearly slipping before jumping off the last two and barreling towards you with a sweet little giggle that seemed to be contagious.

“Morgan, what did I tell you about jumping down the steps?” Pepper gently inquired while your niece gave her an innocent frown.

“It’s dangerous...” She mumbled as you leaned down to hoist her up on your hip.

“What’s up, Squirt?” You poked her on the nose and watched her face scrunch up. “Anything exciting going on today?” You asked.

“I had a tea party in the backyard.” She told you. “But it started raining.”

“Oh, no! Is everyone safe?” You went on and watched as Morgan quickly nodded, but you looked over her shoulder to see Pepper appear to be waiting for you. You slowly set your niece down on the floor and gave her a kiss on the head. “Why don’t you go upstairs so Mommy and I can talk for a minute? I’ll meet you there.” Morgan complied and raced up the stairs while you went to go sit with Pepper on the couch.

“Can I...ask another favor?” Pepper hesitantly said, piquing your interest. You cocked your eyebrow and waited for her to go on, but sometimes she was distracted by how similar you and Tony acted. “Right, well, he told you about Peter, right?”

“The Spider-Boy, yeah.” You followed along with a nod and let her go on.

“Yes, him.” She took a sip of her coffee and quietly smacked her lips. “I was wondering if you could maybe help him out. He needs a mentor and he...he took my husband’s death pretty hard. Tony told me he had just lost his uncle a few months before they had met.” Pepper teared up at all of her racing thoughts and covered her face as she began to cry. You leaned in to comfort her, rubbing her back and agreeing to the favor she had asked.

“I can do it, Pepper. You don’t have to worry about it. Just focus on you and Morgan, for now. I’ll be here whenever you need me, okay?” You assured her and let her cry on your shoulder. “I miss him, too.”

—————

You showed up to an apartment building in Queens, searching for the correct door to knock on. Here it is.

It wasn’t like you Starks to get uncomfortable before social interaction, it was supposed to be your strong suit, but the invincibility that you used to feel had faded away after you lost your brother. You finally raised your fist to give the door a few taps and waited for it to open. You heard the chain and deadbolt unlock and were greeted by Peter’s aunt. She recognized you immediately, but still fell speechless.

“Hi, Ms. Parker. Is Peter home?” You politely smiled and watch her open the door all the way, trying not to trip over her words.

“He—yes, Peter, he’s here.” She shut the door behind you and paused. “Peter!” She shouted. “You have a visitor!” Shortly after that, Peter ran out of his bedroom and looked puzzled at the sight of you.

“Hi.” His voice got really quiet.

“Hi.” You replied. “Pepper asked me to come see you. I was wondering if we could have a little chat?” You watched Peter exchange a look with his aunt, who gave him an “okay” nod.

“Yeah, that’s cool.” The young hero led you over to the new couch they’d gotten after everything they had was lost in the Blip. It was pretty comfy, you were wondering where you could get one like that. “What did Miss Potts—I mean, Mrs. Stark...want you to come here for?” Peter curiously asked, leaving you to contemplate your answer. You didn’t want this to seem like some sort of charity, pity to Peter. You genuinely wanted to be there for him. You had some qualifications after your short time with the Avengers and your many years of being Tony’s sibling. You could do this. You could do this.

“I...wanted to know if you’d be open to the idea of...” You stopped to look at Peter’s concerned expression, it really did remind you of Tony. God, he touched so many lives, how could this get any harder? “Would you consider letting me around for your ‘spidering?’” You tried to put it the best way you could, trying not to cringe at yourself. Peter didn’t react right away, which kind of freaked you out a bit.

“Considered.” Peter simply stated. “Mx. Stark, I look forward to working with you.” The teen held out his hand and you gave it a shake, but Peter didn’t stop there. He actually leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you to sneak a quick hug. “Sorry, I just like hugs. I didn’t get too many in when...Tony was here.”

“It’s not a problem, kid.” You ruffled his hair a bit. “Are you hungry? Ms. Parker?” You asked each of them.

“I could eat.” Peter nodded and looked over to his aunt.

“Honestly, I really didn’t want to cook tonight.” May answered with a chuckle that you joined in on, you clapped and stood up from your seat.

“Epic, let’s go grab some dinner. Discuss the future. I hate living in the past, don’t you?”

—————

Months went by and you and Peter really formed a healthy relationship. You, the solid mentor who seemed to have all the answers—Peter, the impressionable student who was starting to get the hang of it all. But Peter also started to see you as a parental figure, and you cared for him like he was one of your own. Hell, you and May even became good friends. You got to hear all about Happy from her and her from Happy. You were kind of rooting for them, to be honest.

Tony wasn’t brought up as much anymore, but you did think of him a lot. You wondered what he would say to you right now.

“Aw, y/n/n, you’ve gone soft! Look at that, I was worried you were gonna turn out like dad...”

The ringtone on your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. It was the middle of the night, who dared to call you this late? You grabbed your cell and looked at the caller ID.

Spider-Kid

��Hey, what’s up?” You answered the phone and waited for Peter on the other end.

“I can’t stop thinking about him.” Peter sobbed into the phone, causing your heart to drop. If there’s one thing you hated, it was a crying kid. “I miss him, y/n. I hate pretending like I don’t, like I’m over it!” He went on.

“I do, too, Peter. I really wish it were different.” You tried to keep a level head while talking to him, but everything he said was exactly how you felt. Just keep it together, y/n. “I try to remember all the good memories I have, try not to dwell on what could have been. Does that make sense?” You asked as you heard Peter sniffle into his microphone.

“You have more memories than I do. I wish I had more time with him.” You heard Peter’s voice crack a bit, he was trying so hard to keep it together, it wasn’t working. “Can you tell me something about him? Something I don’t know?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You paced around, trying to find some kind of memory to share that would make both you and Peter feel better. “Oh, okay! So, when Tony was a teenager, his friends dared him to hack into the Pentagon. The FBI ended up showing up to our house and Tony proudly owned up to it because he knew he was untouchable. He never knew this, but even our dad was impressed.” You reminisced, hearing Peter chuckle a little. That made you feel a lot better about the situation.

“That sounds like Tony.” Peter said. If you hadn’t noticed, he’s on a first-name basis now. You were glad he was more comfortable with that.

“Where are you, Peter?” You were concerned with his whereabouts, he seemed better than he did a moment ago, but you didn’t want him to be alone.

“I was patrolling, but I’m not really feeling up to it right now. I think the coast is clear for the night.” He sighed and shut his eyes as he felt more tears fighting to surface.

“Do you want to wait, like, twenty minutes for me and we can go get some food? You can choose the place, I don’t mind.” You offered, which delighted Peter. He was still holding in those tears, poor kid.

“Yeah, sounds good, see ya!” He quickly hung up the phone and burst into tears at the building he was perched on. Peter just couldn’t keep it together sometimes, but he didn’t know what he’d do if you hadn’t stepped in when you did.

Meanwhile, you had just started letting out all the emotions that had built up during that call. No one told you that you’d have to keep it together for the kid, but you swear you’d do anything to help him out, just like your brother before you. You sat on your floor, leaning against the side of your bed as you wailed into your hands. You hadn’t cried this hard in months, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

You looked up at the picture on your nightstand of Tony and you at one of his extravagant parties, you really missed those crazy days. But you just have to keep telling yourself that you can’t live in the past anymore or else it’ll break you. What you can do is cherish the parts of your past worth remembering and honor those who are no longer with us. Peter will learn that soon, you just have to be patient.

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[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Blurbmas ~ Day 2 [P.P]

A/n: I was being so lazy today that I thought i wouldn’t get this done but I did it! This was so cute to write and exactly what i need right now haha. Also if you have an ideas for a Christmas blurb feel free to send them because I used two of my ideas in one for this blurb and I love hearing all of your ideas. 

WC: 800

Warnings: just tooth rotting fluff :)

It was the first snow of the year which meant classes were cancelled and you had the day to yourselves. At first you had only spotted it because Peter ran up to you and jumped excitedly. You swore he was the human embodiment of a puppy. 

“Y/n! It’s snowing!”

You giggled at your boyfriend's excitement and kissed his cheek. “Yes it is. The perfect time for cuddles.” You smiled and took his hand, not expecting him to pull you in the opposite direction of the couch. 

“Cuddles?! No! We have to go outside and make a snowman!” Peter’s excitement was contagious but you still wanted to curl up on the sofa, in the warm. You pouted and stood still making Peter turn to you. 

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I wanna cuddle.” 

Peter smiled softly at your cuteness and kissed your pout which made your lips twitch into a smile. You enjoyed the warmth of each other for a moment before Peter made a compromise. 

“How about we go outside and play in the snow for a while and then we can come back in and I’ll make you my famous hot chocolate with extra cuddles?” 

Peter smiled as your face lifted at the suggestion and you nodded. He planted a sweet kiss on your lips before rushing to get your coats. You both made sure to wrap up extra warm since it was freezing outside before heading out. 

Sure enough the cold started to nip at your skin the moment you opened your door but it was worth it to see Peter so excited. He always looked cute but as you watched him run about in the snow with his wooly hat and gloves and the scarf May had knit for him last year, he’d never been more adorable. 

He pulled you to make snow angels with him and you both giggled as you made your imprints in the snow. The shapes were a bit distorted but that didn’t stop Peter from taking a cute picture of them and then another of you giggling as the snow fell around you. He sighed happily as you got more into the spirit, rushing around and gathering the things you needed to make a snowman. 

Both of you giggled and smiled as you tried to build a snowman which only ended up looking like a knock off version of Olaf. This then prompted Peter to start singing Frozen and dancing around with you in the snow. Your heart felt warm and fuzzy despite the temperature of the air outside. 

“I love you.” Peter kissed you sweetly and hummed, holding you close. 

“I love you too.” You smiled at him and nuzzled your cold nose against his before taking his hand in yours. “Now someone promised me cuddles.” 

Peter giggled and nodded, following you before claiming he left something behind and going to grab it. You brushed it off and went to open the door before feeling something cold and icy hit your back. 

“What the-?” You gasped and turned around only to get hit with another cold blast of ice, a snowball. “Peter Benjamin Parker! You’re so dead!” 

Peter laughed and started running away as you chased after him, already making a snowball to throw at him. He dodged it with ease and stuck out his tongue. Stupid spider powers. 

“You’re cheating!” 

Peter threw his hands in surrender and let you pelt him with a snowball that hit him squarely in the face. You burst out laughing and covered your mouth. 

“Are you happy now?” Peter giggled, wiping the snow off of his face. You nodded and kept laughing before running away as Peter started to chase you with another snowball. 

It carried on like this for a while, going back and forth between chasing the other and throwing snowballs. You managed to get some good hits in even though you felt like Peter was letting you get them. That was except for one when you caught him off guard with a wink and a kiss. 

“Peter no!” 

“I got you now princess.” He mocked an evil laugh and wrapped his arms around you as he caught up to you. You squealed and giggled but didn’t resist his warm embrace. He smiled and kissed all over your face, dropping the snowball in surrender. 

“Cuddles now?” You pouted and ruffled his messy snow covered curls. Peter laughed and nodded, picking you up in his arms and carrying you inside the house. 

After you had both changed into your comfy onesies, Peter kept to his promise and made you his famous hot chocolate using his Aunt’s recipe with extra marshmallows and whipped cream. You thanked him with a kiss to his still rosy cheek and pulled him into the living room where you’d put on one of your favourite Christmas movies and you knew Peter loved it too. 

You snuggled up to Peter with his arms wrapped tightly around you as you both drank your hot chocolates, eyes watching each other more than the movie. Everything was warm and cosy, a stark contrast to the weather outside and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

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[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Illusion | Brad Davis x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Words: 3582

Warnings: Reader do be insecure, so slight angst, and one swear word. Slight canon divergent.

Kuya = Older Brother, Ading = Younger Sibling, Tsismis = Gossip/chitchat

A/N: I'm supposed to be sleeping or at least finishing up [Science & Faith], but I'm finishing this instead.

Summary: Continuation of [Crush]. Things aren't official with you and Brad and as the trip goes on, questions are made and secrets are revealed.

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You knew that Mysterio was a shady bastard, but no one would listen. They were too distracted by his cape and green lasers to care. He was too nice, too understanding. You weren’t sure how to tell Peter about it, but you knew he trusted this Mysterio person easily because of what he’d been through. Ned wasn’t much help, either, seeing that he was busy with Betty to understand the gravity of the situation. Adding to that, you had to help Peter sneak away from the group every time Spiderman was needed and hide it from everyone including Michelle and Brad.

“I need to go,” Peter said hurriedly, eyes darting around as he pulled you aside just before you could enter the theater.

“Are you serious right now?” you hissed. “You promised MJ-”

“I know, I know. I don’t want to be doing this, either, but the world’s got no one else to help but me.”

You didn’t have any spider powers, but you could feel the waves of anxiety rolling off of him. You sighed. “I wish I could help you.”

“You’re helping me right now. Keep an eye on everyone, okay? You’re one of if not the most observant person I know. Call me when something comes up. Tell MJ that I’m sick or something.”

“Alright,” you resigned, “But be careful. You know how I feel about that red caped guy. And please try to steer the monster away from the Opera House.”

“I know. Thank you, (Y/n/n).” He turns to run out, shouting over his shoulder, “I’ll be back as soon as I can!”

You watched him leave before making your way back to the theater room where Brad was waiting for you. He reached out a hand and you took it, following him in to join the rest of the group. You spotted Michelle and told her that Peter got food poisoning and needed to go back to the hotel. Her face remained neutral as she nodded, but you knew that she was disappointed and worried. There was a short silent exchange with your brother before you found a seat near him and Michelle.

You let out a long tired breath as you sat back in the comfy velvety theater chairs. When you turned your head, you saw Brad staring right at you. “What is it?” you asked.

He narrowed his eyes. “You and Peter’s been whispering a lot to each other lately,” he commented.

It was your turn to narrow your eyes. “Yeah, we’ve been friends since he and my brother met. Jealous, Mr. Davis?”

He scoffed. “No,” he muttered, shifting in his seat as the lights dimmed.

Music began to flood the room as the performance started, but you could see that there was more that Brad wanted to talk about. You looked around and saw that everyone’s attention was on the stage. From the corner of your eye, you could see Brad moving his arm onto the arm rest, palm facing up with his fingers wiggling teasingly. You bit back a smile, slowly reaching over to place your hand on his. Without tearing his eyes away from the stage, he weaved his fingers with yours and smiled. You were still not fully convinced that he actually liked you, but it didn’t hurt to indulge just a little bit in the moment.

As the opera continued, you could see Michelle looking back at the entrance several times before finally leaving. Betty leaned towards Ned and started to whisper excitedly. Ned began to protest as Betty got up to follow her.

“What’s going on?” you asked your brother.

“Betty thinks MJ’s going to the carnival, so she wants to go, too,” he said, not even noticing your fingers intertwined with Brad’s. “Stay here, I’m going to go get them.”

“But-”

“No,” he whispered firmly, “It’s too dangerous. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

He grimaced, knowing what you were referring to. During the pep rally at Midtown, he had rushed out of the auditorium, sensing something bad was about to happen when Peter didn’t answer his phone. His next thought was to call you, saying that he was going to look into it. Knowing that he was supposed to pick you up after school, he said that he’d be back in time to get you. And he never did. Half the world was turned to dust, with your brother included.

“I mean it this time. Please, stay here.”

Yet another person telling you to stay put. But what can you do? You weren’t Spiderman or Ironman or even Black Widow. You were the younger sister of Spiderman’s best friend. For as long as you can remember, you were always the one that stood by and watched powerlessly when something happened. Always the bystander. The observer.

“You okay?” Brad asked quietly. “Did you want to go to the carnival, too?”

You shook your head. “I’m like my brother, I don’t do well with big crowds. I’m just worried about them being out like that with all those weird elemental monsters out and about.”

“Well that Mysterio guy and Night Monkey are taking care of that,” he reasoned.

You said nothing, forcing yourself to pay attention to the performance. Even after the opera had finished, the others still hadn’t returned. The group made their way back to the hotel, the two teachers bickering about whether it was better to start heading back to New York now or finish the trip and risk the safety of the students. They didn’t even bother to do a headcount. Their decision was made clear when they found out about the latest incident with a fire elemental at the carnival grounds.

Ned, Betty, and Michelle were already at the hotel lobby when the group arrived. Mr. Harrington questioned their whereabouts and they sheepishly admitted that they might have strayed away and checked out the carnival. It almost gave him a heart attack, but at least they were safe. All the students were told to go to their rooms and start packing. The trip was over.

“Meet me at the lobby in half an hour?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

The two of you split, heading towards your respective rooms to pack. You were bummed that the trip had been cut short, being that it was your first time in Europe and it was also your first time taking a trip with your brother, but there were strange things happening that Peter has unwittingly been involved in. You had a feeling that it was something that Brad wanted to talk about. Even after the opera show, he kept talking about how weird Peter had been acting all trip. There were negative thoughts threatening to ruin your already stressful day and you tried as much as you could to push it away.

There was a soft knock on your door. “Ading, it’s me.”

You swung the door open and pulled him into a hug, nevermind that he was only in a bathrobe. “You’re a fucking idiot,” you said.

“I know, I’m sorry. Don’t tell mom! If you tell her, I’ll tell her about you and Brad Davis.”

You rolled your eyes. “Mom already texted me saying that she saw you on the news when you were stuck on the ferris wheel. Besides...” You checked the time on your phone, pushing your brother out with you. “It’s my turn to leave you and do my own thing.”

As you rushed down the stairs, you heard your brother shout, “Remember, if he does anything you don’t like, just kick him in the nuts.”

Brad was sitting down on one of the plush chairs in the lobby that was facing the entrance, his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him. He had been staring at the entrance when you arrived, his attention snapping away when you entered his line of sight. He smiled, urging you to sit down next to him.

“Was there something that you wanted to talk about?” you asked.

“Well, I just wanted to hang out without everyone else hovering, but now that you mentioned it…” Brad leaned over, gesturing for you to meet him halfway, then whispered, “I saw MJ and Peter sneak out together. Want to spy on them?”

There was that negative thought again. He’s only showing interest in you because you’re close to Peter and Michelle. They were all he talked about. Whether he actually liked Michelle and hated Peter for also liking her, or actually suspected something from Peter and wanted to get to the bottom of it and think you knew something, you weren’t entirely sure at this point. For now, you couldn’t seem to find any other reason on why he would suddenly show interest in you now when you knew him for years.

“Spying?” you said hesitantly.

“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure? It's our last night in Europe,” he said, standing up, “If we end up losing their trail, we could always find something else to do within the city. We’ve got the whole night.”

He extended a hand out and smiled expectantly. Damn him. “Let me grab my camera first,” you said.

“Great idea, I should, too!”

-

Never did you think you’d be hiding behind an archway, spying on your two friends with your longtime crush in Europe. You knew that your film camera won’t be as good in this type of lighting, but you were hoping that Brad would change his mind and find somewhere else to hang out with better lighting.

Peter and Michelle stopped in the middle of the bridge talking. Michelle had turned around to face Peter as they started to speak more animatedly. She swung her backpack around and pulled out a metal device.

“What is that?” Brad whispered, slowly raising his camera to record them.

“I don’t know. I can’t see from this distance.”

The device began to glow, startling them both. It was dropped to the floor where it grew brighter, projecting a giant mass of clouds looming over the two. Brad grabbed your hand tightly, readying himself to run, until it blinked away. Peter and Michelle spun around, looking for the source of the cloud elemental’s sudden appearance, then looked down at the device again. Peter cautiously picked it up to examine it, Michelle inching closer.

“I think we should go,” you said, pulling Brad away from the archway.

“What the hell is going on?” He continued to watch as the projection appeared again with a familiar figure in a red cape and fishbowl helmet floating around it. He zoomed in with his camera onto the flying figure. “That’s Mysterio. If the elementals are projections-”

“They’re fake and so is Mysterio. I knew it!” you hissed, letting his hand go to scratch your head. “I knew that man was never to be trusted and Peter just - ugh!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Brad said, waving his hands out, “You say this as if you knew the guy and - oh, shit, they’re coming this way!”

You turned to see them running over. Brad quickly took your hand and pulled you behind the archway, his body pressed against yours as theirs footsteps neared. Your heart race, whether it was from the close proximity of Brad or the possibility of being caught, you weren’t sure. When their footsteps were just in front of the archway, Brad wrapped an arm around your waist and spun the two of you around so his back was blocking you both.

“Took you two long enough!” Michelle called out as she ran past.

You purse your lips, pushing away from Brad as you run after them. Brad stared after you in confusion. He thought you had been fine with the flirting and the physical touches, but maybe the waist thing was a bit too much. Being so caught up in the fact that you liked him back made him forget that you still weren’t going to be fine with everything that he did. For as long as he knew you, he tried his best to make you comfortable around him.

By the time Brad reached the hotel, the three of you were already running up the stairs towards the rooms. He huffed, summoning what was left of his energy to catch up, his feet stomping onto the final step just as Michelle’s room door began to close.

“So, what were you and Brad doing, cuddling in the shadows?” Michelle interrogated as soon as the door shut.

“We weren’t cuddling, we were hiding,” you defended, plopping down on her bed. "I didn't know you were into tsismis, MJ."

“That doesn’t help your case,” she said.

“Enough!” Peter said, going around and closing the curtains. “I can’t believe I gave Beck those glasses. How could I be so stupid? You were right, (Y/n), and now he’s probably spying on me or sending a drone to come and kill me.”

Michelle’s eyes were trained on Peter as he moved about. “You had access to killer drones?”

Peter bent down to type on his small laptop before turning to her. “Yeah, I didn’t really want them, especially after I almost killed Brad. Sorry, (Y/n).”

“You did what?” you and Brad shouted at the same as the latter burst through the door.

Peter sighed, looking at you exasperatedly. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to explain when Brad piped up, “I recorded everything!” He waved his camera. “So, you’re going to have to include me in whatever the three of you have been on, or else I release it.”

“Brad,” you warned him.

He turned to you. “What is going on, (Y/n)? I knew you had some secret thing going on, but I didn’t know what. But you-” He pointed at Peter” -You’re Night Monkey, aren’t you?”

Peter shook his head, pacing the room. “Look, i have to make a call and if more people are going to involved-”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you forced yourself to say the words. “Is that why you started showing interest in me now? So you can get information out of me?”

Brad frowned. “No. No, no, no, (Y/n), it’s not like that. Hell, I’ve been showing interest in you for years and only now I’ve realized how straightforward I had to be to make you realize. I guess it wasn’t enough.”

There was so much going on in your head, but you needed to focus. “Brad, if you continue digging into our business like this, you’ll be in danger, too.”

“‘Our’? How long have you known about this?”

“Around the same time my brother found out, so about six years.” Before he could speak up again, you grabbed the hand that was holding his camera. “You can’t tell anyone. You could be putting our lives in danger if too many people know about this. Please.”

Brad stared at you for a moment as you squeezed his wrist. He looked down at his camera then back up at you again. His camera was then placed in your other hand and you immediately looked through the pictures and videos. He had taken a few photos of the projector, then a long recording of the elemental projection. You scrolled past and saw several of the photos that Brad had taken of you throughout the trip, stopping at the one where the two of you were eating ice cream together.

Blinking back to the present, you ejected the SD card and pocketed it. If your gut had been leading you down the right path for this long, that meant that you should listen to it and save the footage.

“Now that that’s settled,” Peter continued, “I have to call Mr. Fury and tell him that Beck’s a fraud, but I think he tapped my phone.”

“So, what are you going to do?” Michelle asked.

“Since my hunches have been correct so far and your Peter ting-” You stopped when Peter glared at you “- Your spidey senses have been off, I do want to say that there’s something off about Fury as well. Not that he’s conspiring with Fish Bowl man, but from what I know about the dude, Fury is an extremely paranoid guy. He would have known by now, unless he’s waiting for Beck to out himself.”

“Noted.” Peter spun around to grab his backpack. “I need my suit and I have to go to Berlin and talk to Mr. Fury in person.”

“Wait, Mr. Fury as in ‘SHIELD Nick Fury’?” Brad whispered. You nodded.

In his hurry, Peter lifted his black shirt to change, forgetting about the others in the room. Brad quickly covered your eyes, much to your amusement. Even without sight, you could feel the awkwardness in the room. You wished that you and Brad could just leave the two of them alone right now. You turned around to face the door just as it opened. The awkwardness grew as your brother stared at you, then Brad, then Michelle, as Peter took off his pants and finished up putting his suit on.

“Oh, Ned, perfect,” Peter said casually.

You could see the gears turning in Ned’s head as he tried to spin a story. That was one of the things he was good at, coming up with a story or excuse on the spot. Whether they were convincing or not depends on the situation and who he was lying to.

“Your costume looks great… for the costume party... at the prince’s castle,” he said lamely.

You made it a point to physically facepalm, making him glare at you.

“She knows, I told her,” Peter said quickly, “And (Y/n) told Brad.”

“He didn’t tell me, I figured it out,” Michelle said proudly.

Brad turned around, being the last one to see Peter in his suit. “Oh my god, you are Night Monkey, who is also Spider-man! I was right!”

“Yes, congrats, Bradley. Can you keep it down?” you said, gesturing to your brother to close the door. “Oh, by the way, Kuya, I was right about Mysterio. I told you so.”

“But he saved me and Betty’s lives,” Ned said.

Peter and Michelle took turns filling Ned in on the information they found out, a small smirk on his face. They looked good together like that. Once he was filled in, Peter smoothly came up with a plan that would allow him to leave the group without suspicion, to which Ned readily agreed to carry out.

“And you,” Peter said, pointing at you, “I know you know this, but if anyone finds out-”

“Will be in danger. I got it covered.”

“Wait,” Michelle said, tossing Peter the projector, “You’re going to need this.”

He caught it with ease, casting a look at all of your faces before jumping out the window, using his spider web to sling to the next building. Michelle stood there in almost a daze, being able to see Peter in action for the first time.

“So, you guys know, too,” Ned piped up, “I’ve known first, and I’ve known the longest, but it’s not a competition.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to Brad. ‘There’s only so much we can do now. Let’s get some sleep. I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”

Brad followed you out, walking you to your room. “You’re so used to this,” he said.

“I like to think that I am, but I do wish there was more I could do. I just feel bad for him, you know.”

“You feel bad for Spider-man?” he asked incredulously.

You looked around the hall before continuing, “It’s just that… There's so much responsibility on him right now. All those superheroes in the world and only a teenager is around to help. It just sucks. It felt scary enough for me becoming a teenager and entering Midtown without my brother around to help me. Tony Stark had been the one to help guide him…” you trailed off as you turned to open your door. “I don’t know. I’m probably being too sensitive about this-”

“Are you sure you don’t have a superpower?” Brad asked, tilting his head.

“Why would you say that?”

“You’re so intuitive, so observant, so empathetic.”

You shrugged. “Nothing super about that,” you muttered, backing into your room. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he said softly, walking backwards.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching as he continued to walk back, not once tearing his eyes away from you. Flash came up from the stairs and had been making his way back to his room, phone in hand as he was wrapping up his stream. Brad bumped into him, making him drop his phone. You snorted as Brad muttered apologies as Flash complained about him ruining his livestream and threatening for him to pay if his phone was cracked. By the time Brad looked back up to your door, it had already been closed. He sighed with a smile, walking back to his room with a little pep in his step.

You let out the same goofy smile, leaning against the door as your mind was finally starting to accept the fact that Brad genuinely does like you and had for a while. As you approached your bed, there was a strange presence that belatedly registered in your peripheral vision.

There was a sharp sting on your neck, your body collapsing before you could get a sound out.