#another person for Peter to loose!!!! yay!!!

[spider-whoo]

Always wondered what Harry Osborn would be like in the Noir universe.

[sage-the-dragon]

(Hi, so this is in Jason’s POV with GN!reader. I hope you enjoy… this is my first time actually writing Jason so yay. Um warnings include allusion to potential suicide at the end, and reader becomes an aunt/uncle in one of the letters. Other then that it’s just Jason dealing with emotions 🙃)

The night was quiet except for the police sirens echoing throughout the city. The night was so quiet that I decided I would take off the helmet and be alone with my thoughts. A dangerous concept that I never really allowed myself to divulge into.

As I rode through the streets, letting my bike take me wherever it wanted, all my thoughts seemed to continuously circle back to them. Their laughter, their smile, all the small things that we did together before… I shook my head slightly, increasing the revs, it doesn’t matter now. They’ve moved on, they’ve forgotten me. And, it’s probably for the best.

I tried to think of anyone else, anything else. The lastest drug traffic, what black mask was up too. Anything. The hurt of being forgotten clawed at my heart, tearing its way into my chest. Tears filled my vision and I pulled off the road. Kicking the kickstand and turning off my bike, I practically through my helmet off. Inhaling and exhaling deep breaths, my body ragged with emotion of my past life. My life before what he turned me into.

I looked up and around at where I was. Freezing, I saw the overgrown rusted sign reading ‘Gotham Cemetery’. Well, I suppose I couldn’t have stayed away forever. Sighing, I made the choice to visit my grave. Trudging along the unkept, loose gravel pathway, hands in my pockets and jacket zipped up, I walked towards the barren area of my grave.

I stopped in my tracks, someone was there. Was that… are they at my grave? Faint sniffles and talking could be heard, but I couldn’t make any of it out. I side stepped to a pillar of a gravestone, hiding behind it. I don’t know exactly why I did that, I suppose I wanted to see what this person was going to do without scaring them off. I watched from the distance, as the mysterious person placed something down, a hoodie concealing their features. I continued to watch them as they stood up. As they turned to walk away, a glimpse of moonlight struck their features.

“Y/N,” I whispered. They were here… they were visiting my grave. I- I wasn’t forgotten. I nearly slapped myself for even thinking that they could have forgotten me. Never cared for me. They were too kind for that, too thoughtful, too loving…

I watched as they walked away, hands in their pockets. As they exited the cemetery, I ran wandered over there.

There it is. ‘Jason Peter Todd’ ‘A Good Soldier’.

But below the ‘heartfelt’ writing, was a seemed to be fresh bunch of red roses and a sturdy looking box, a metal box that appeared to be waterproof. Looking around the grave yard for anyone, I opened the box. Inside was piles upon piles of letters. Each addressed to… me.

So of course I did the respectful thing and opened all of them. One by one. Reading all of them.

“To my dearest Jason,

I miss you so much. Not a day nor a second goes by where I do not think about you. Now does it result in my crying most of the day, yes. But I’m okay with that. If I could trade all my tears, all my book collections, all my memories before you just to bring you back to me, I would. You were are the dearest thing in the world to me, my most perfect boy, and nothing can ever change that.

I love you.

Yours forever,

Y/N”

Tears pricked my eyes as I closed the letter just to open another one.

“To my darling Jason,

I went to school today. I haven’t been for a while because of… well, your departure. But I went today! The classes were boring, English made me think of you. Our friends say I’m not my usual self, but who can blame me. I only lost you 2 months ago. The wound is still fresh. But I know you would want me to continue school, get an education in this world, to take care of my self. It will be hard, but I know it will be worth it in the end. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, someday.

I love you.

Yours forever,

Y/N”

Each letter recited their day to me. It was like I was there, having them come home to me and telling me every little thing they did that day. Like I was watching them do it. A smile was plaster on my face as tears were streaming down my face. I barely noticed except for the few drops that landed on the paper. I was so incredibly happy, yet so incredibly sad. They didn’t forget me, they love me. Anger tore through me, I can’t believe that fucker took me away from them. But I continue reading. New emotions tearing through me with each day or week that I read. New boyfriend? Instant no, turns out that they broke up after a week. Good, still single then.

A twinge of guilt hit me as I though that as I closed the letter. They should be happy. They deserve to be happy, I shouldn’t be happy that a relationship didn’t work out because it wasn’t with me.

I continued on reading all night and into the early morning.

“To the love of my life that will forever have my heart,

I became an aunt/uncle (I’m sorry I don’t know a gender neutral term 😭) today!! I have a beautiful nephew named Ben. I’m so happy, he’s so cute and already curious for the world. He reminds me of you actually. I was a crying mess when I held him in my arms for the first time. My sister is so happy but recovering from the birth. I wish you could meet him. As I wish on every single shooting star I see, somehow wishing you back into existence with me. To have everything how it should be. You and me together.

I love you.

Yours forever,

Y/N”

As the sun’s rays started to bless the dark Gotham sky, glistening on my tear streaked face and soppy grin. I came to the last letter. The letter that they just put here today, or I suppose yesterday now.

“To my precious boy,

I love you with all my heart, and I will never stop. But times are getting hard and all I want in life is to see you again. I know it’s bad. I know I should go talk to someone, but non of them understand. Except for Dick, I see him every fortnight when he comes up to Gotham from Bludhaven. I don’t long for anything on this earth anymore than I long for your arms around me again. Your scent to envelope me again. All your clothes have lost your scent, your room in the manor is losing it too.

No one understands me like you do Jay. Every new relationship that my friends nudge me towards fail because I’m looking for you. Your caring nature, your love for classic literature, your passion for fighting for those that can’t fight for themselves. I miss you too much, and I have tried so hard these past 2 years… I know you must be disappointed in me. But you’ve surely seen me struggle these past years without you.

I love you so so much, I hope you can forgive me when we meet again very soon.

Yours forever,

Y/N”

My eyes widened as I finished the letter. My brain short circuited, not computing what I just read. They were- no I can’t let that happen. I shoved the letter back into the box with the others and ran to my bike.

No one could save me. But I damn well as going to save them.

Please Y/N, I love you too. Every wish you made has come true. I’m here now, just wait a little longer. I memorised their current address from 2 of the letters they had written. I didn’t care for the road rules, the street signs, the speed limits. I was getting them before we had a reverse Romeo and Juliet.

jason todd x reader where the reader still presumes he’s dead and visits his grave every week to give him a letter because they used to communicate through letters for fun to the point where his grave has boxes of letters. meanwhile, jason thinks reader forgot about him until he visits his own grave to see reader dropping off another letter and after they leave he takes the time to read each letter they’ve left since he died and gets emotional. okay, goodnight !

[oldsouldreamer85]

@elvensorceress wanted to know more about my wolfstar fics... 🥰 

This post may get a bit long. But it’ll be worth it. Here we go, honey...

We Won’t Be Like The Others is an AU. “They were all muggles” type of thing. Anyway, Remus isn’t thrilled by the prospect of his 10 year High School reunion approaching. Mostly because the idea of seeing and interacting with his former classmates when he’s still single, especially ex-boyfriend Benjy Fenwick, is the last thing he wants to do. Enter former classmate Sirius who convinces Remus to attend the reunion as his fake boyfriend to make Benjy jealous.

This fic not only has one of my favorite tropes (fake!boyfriend), but bed sharing (yay!), flirting, some texting, James and Lily both being adorable together, soft boys, PDA, and Sirius using endearments for Remus simply because upfront it irritates him.

Here’s a little snippet from the first chapter:

He reared back in disgust watching Sirius leer at him. A moment later he realized Sirius wasn’t in fact looking at him. Twisting himself around in the booth he sat in he quickly realized the man wasn’t focused on him at all, but a couple roughly their age, sitting down at a far table.

“Proof right there, Remus, that there is a goddess who loves bisexuals like yours truly and only wishes to fulfill aforementioned bisexual’s fantasies with some much-needed eye-candy. Stellar stuff,” Sirius declared eagerly, nearly drooling by the look of it. “But as luck would have it they’re not sitting in my section. Bollocks.”

“Revolting,” Remus muttered to himself, revulsion flooding his features. “Were you even listening to me?” he demanded in an attempt to derail Sirius’s lust-filled daydreams.

“Course I was, darling. Something along the lines of you being insecure about meeting up with everyone again when you’re single? Guess you were right. You’re not over the drama of high school,” Sirius said, finally leveling his gaze with Remus again.

Remus stared at him in disbelief. “That wasn’t my… Don’t call me that!” he snapped irritably.

“Aww, come on, Remus. If I can’t call you ‘mate’ or some other form of affection what the bloody hell am I supposed to call you?” Sirius grumbled in frustration.

“Nothing preferably,” Remus growled.

I Would Ruin Myself is another Muggle AU. The Marauders get invited by James to his aunt and uncle’s summer house that they have in the U.S. (Rhode Island if you’re curious about specifics). Lily and her friends Mary, Dorcas and Marlene are all invited as well. Some chaos (teenaged hormones and angst basically), confessions, such supportive friends, coming out, heartache and unrequited love that’s not really unrequited happens.

This one. Ugh. What can I say about it? I’m just...I’m madly in love with it all right? I’ve wanted to write a fic like this since I was in my twenties. Just took Taylor Swift, a pandemic and me going through “I need my people” withdrawal to make it a reality. And one of my favorite parts about this fic that was a pleasant surprise was Remus and Peter, their friendship, how I’m writing them. I love it so much. And I also adore Remus and Dorcas together. Not sure if it’s because everyone within their friend group think they’re “getting closer” in the hetero sense or if they really are due to their friendship.

Have a snippet:

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, getting to his feet, heading back in the direction of the house.

Once there he slowly climbed the stairs, making himself comfortable on the top step, letting loose a heavy sigh as he buried his face in his hands.

Just as he was about to start crying from the frustration he was currently feeling, he drew in a sharp breath hearing the sounds of someone clearing their throat in front of him.

“’m all right, Pete. Promise, mate,” he mumbled, keeping his face covered by his hands when he spoke, hoping his lies would be enough to satisfy his friend into leaving him alone.

“All right. But you should know I’m not Peter,” the person in front of him volunteered.

Slowly dropping his hands into his lap, Remus looked on in surprise as Dorcas stood in front of him.

“Oh. Sorry, Dorcas,” he apologized, giving the girl before him a bashful smile.

“’s all right, Remus. Would you like some company?” Dorcas asked.

Remus sighed again, softly in resignation, nodding his acquiescence as he gave Dorcas another weak smile. “Why not?” he finally questioned aloud, amusement flooding his features as Dorcas climbed the stairs and settled down next to him a moment later.

“Do you mind me confessing something?” Dorcas asked, looping her arm through Remus’s as she spoke.

Remus shrugged, his gaze drifting upward, focusing on the blanket of stars above them briefly before returning his attention to the girl at his side. “All right then. Perfect night for it,” he encouraged gently.

“I fancy her, Remus. Marlene. And it-it’s killing me a little watching her and Sirius together. And I feel awful about that because I’m supposed to be her best friend and want her to be happy, yeah? But I’m also a bit jealous if I’m being honest. I don’t know. I figured you’d have some understanding of what I’m feeling because you-you have feelings for Sirius, don’t you?” Dorcas whispered hoarsely, fighting off tears that were suddenly welling in her eyes.

Remus swallowed thickly, eventually nodding again. “Yes. Yes, I do,” he admitted quietly, relieved to feel a sense of relief wash over him instead of the familiar sense of dread he’d grown accustomed to feeling as of late whenever he thought about Sirius and his more than platonic feelings for his best friend.

Hopefully me rambling about these two fics with you will get me motivated to keep working on them. I do love them and want to get back into these worlds.

But another quick surprise? That original story with Reagan and Oliver I keep talking about? And how it started off as fic? Yeah, it was originally Wolfstar. Ugh. I love these boys so much. Could talk about them all night. Thanks for the ask, hon!! Gave me an excuse to do just that. 🥰💜

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 18

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TWs/Summary: We stan ✨women in science✨. Bruce uwu. Twitter social media AU nobody asked for. Stephen and Tony are dicks and I'm not talking about their anatomy. Setting up mood for Bruce smut, ngl. PTSD makes things spicy. I'm depressed so please be kind ✌🏻💀🙃

"I really do wonder how can you two fit those egos of yours in your pants," I kept my tone forcefully casual, cheerful even. "Why don't you just fuck already?"

I was met with stunned silence. Suddenly, the room seemed far too large and the people in much too quiet, staring at me with various expressions of horror obvious in their faces. As the strange friendship began developing between me and the team, my "outbursts" - how Steve liked to call them - lessened considerably. I had no need to provoke them into giving me attention, just striking up a casual chat was enough. The Avengers were great conversationalists, to my surprise.

Tony and Stephen, when paired, were the exception. I could count on one hand the amount of times they successfully came to a conclusion without fighting like cats and dogs. It was like each man had made it a personal mission to verbally top the other, more often than not resulting in a thirty-minute shitshow ending with one storming off in a dramatic flourish. It was mind-boggling how two supremely intelligent men could not find a way to communicate efficiently without infuriating the rest of the team.

Plus me. One way or another, I was almost always around. In the beginning, it was hilarious to see the free circus but it got old really quickly when they couldn't decide on dinner or a movie, leaving the rest of us starving and bored. Or the great Cloak debate - that one lasted days and the fussy thing was so upset, it point blank refused to part from Peter for a substantial amount of time. It's pretty fucking creepy that a semi-sentient, ancient piece of outerwear watches you when you sleep - just sayin'. I personally interjected with my own snark and sass whenever Tony and Stephen got too heated, successfully drawing the attention to myself. The fight broke up and I had amazing sex with Tony later, it was a win-win scenario.

Yet, Tony and Stephen didn't stop. To me, their way of "talking" (and I use that term loosely) looked a lot like unresolved sexual tension. Stephen frequently used his greater height to tower over Tony in a childish attempt to establish dominance; the engineer was no rookie and responded with extravagant peacocking such as "subtly" tapping the bracelet that hosted his nanotech suit or parading at dinner in a $30,000 custom made designer outfit. Because Tony could.

I was pleasantly surprised when Natasha started laughing at my remark. Full-blown, belly laugh. Those were rare, coming from the Widow, her usual mirth was quiet, sophisticated, just like her. Deadly (adorable). Bucky followed suit, snorting together with Clint and Loki.

Steve looked none too pleased with me. But then again, was he ever? "Doll, don't be rude."

"Brat," Bruce said at the same time, palming his face.

"People always call me a brat. And guess what, Steve?" I popped my hip, twirling a cotton candy pink coloured Dum-Dum between my fingers. "What can you do about it? Nothing," I shrugged, leaning my head against Bruce's shoulder affectionately.

Steve just shook his head in disappointment. "Can we get back on topic? Please?"

"Captain, I think that Stark..." Strange began talking with Tony dramatically groaning in the background and I instantly tuned out the useless babble. Steve should've been smarter and revoked speaking rights from Tony and Stephen. Or asked Loki to magically render them both mute for ten minutes.

"You're not wrong," Bruce quietly whispered next to my ear. "Ten bucks says Wanda meddles and those two finally work out their frustrations," The scientist hid a grin against my head. I felt the amused, giddy energy radiating off him like a plasma beam.

"I don't even have to bet," I rolled my eyes. "If she doesn't do it, I will."

Both Tony and Stephen were throwing me equally infuriated glances. One promised me a good, hard fucking and the other saw me a short, poisonous lecture on appropriate behaviour in the nearest future - you can guess which is which. If I had it my way, I'd skip the lecture and go straight to a hot, filthy threesome with two men twice my age. I wasn't blind, Strange was hot as hell and could be decent and even nice once in a blue moon.

He could, but he wouldn't be. I wanted that raw, unadulterated lust, tension so concentrated it walked the razor's edge between violent craving and repulsion. Ever since the incident with Clint, I had this ugly mess inside of me, like a live wire about to snap. My brain was constantly racing, darting between how utterly useless I am in a group of supers and embracing my normal-ness, amplifying it by hosting game nights and spending time trying to convince people to start a dungeons and dragons campaign. Or something.

My sleep was like Swiss cheese, riddled with holes where I stayed awake for one or two hours at a time in the middle of the night after waking up sweaty, with my heart hammering out of my chest. Sometimes I dreamt of Clint's lifeless, sickly white body, sometimes the whole room flooded with blood and I couldn't stop it no matter what, there was so much of it, I drowned in it, I startled up with the taste of it in my mouth. Rarely, the worst of it came - the one where Clint was alive as millions of millions of little fluorescent, poisonous jellyfish burst out of him and he screamed and screamed and screamed...

I had PTSD. Yay, me. As if my uselessness wasn't enough of a burden, my brain decided for me that it wasn't good enough that I saved Clint and now it was punishing me for being close to a group of people who routinely saved the WORLD.

I contemplated my usual habits - going to a party, getting trashed and dancing until my legs were numb. I just wanted to shut my brain off for a moment, give it a hard reset so-to-say, but with Tony on my back like a jet-pack, I didn't doubt he'd show up to the place and drag me out of there even if I was kicking and screaming. And he was a Stark, a billionaire, so visiting my dad in Cali wouldn't be possible on my own. Tony would gas up the jet and the rest of the team would find and excuse to tag along, too. As much as I loved being the baby menace who could get away with anything, I hated the way they all herded me, like I was an actual child. I couldn't get away from myself, not even for a moment.

I had the backup-backup plan and I was going to have to execute it. Desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't doubt y'all enjoy listening to Tony and Steph flirt," The nickname escaped unmoderated from my lips before I could catch myself. "But what are we doing for Halloween? I need to know if I gotta get a costume," Bruce chuckled next to me and wrapped an arm around me, happy for the distraction. Unlike me, the scientist was obligated to listen and participate in the avengers-themed discussion. Which was difficult because the engineer and the sorcerer constantly bickered, inadvertently taking over the talk.

"Halloween?" Steve groaned.

"We should do something," Bucky side-eyed his boyfriend. "For the children." Something told me he wasn't thinking of the children, at all. The man was positively leering, probably thinking about what kind of a tight suit he could convince Steve to squeeze into.

"A party!" Tony immediately exclaimed, interrupting Stephen mid-setence.

"Tony, no," Steve stated firmly.

"Tony, YES!" Clint perked up. "A snack bar. A bar-bar."

"I will not be helping you all if you get alcohol poisoning," Stephen crossed his arms.

"So it's a party," I stated firmly, throwing a contemplating look at Wanda and Pietro. The twins looked unsure but excited. I knew I could count on fellow young people to support my decision to have fun, dance a little, drink a little. Let loose. To nail my point, I turned to Bruce with a mischievous smirk. "Fifty bucks says Stephen is too stuck up to show up in costume."

"Beg pardon?!" The sorcerer exclaimed. His eyebrows threatened to meet his hairline.

"I think you give him too little credit, Princess," Bruce winked at me and we solemnly shook hands. It was great having a fellow partner in mischief. Loki's approving smirk just sealed the deal for me.

"It's not my fault you sometimes act like you have a stick up your butt," I gave in the way of explanation, shrugging my shoulders innocently in Stephen's direction. "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I don't dare to imagine what's been up yours," The sorcerer retorted dryly, in an uncharacteristically childish fashion, arms still crossed. It almost looked like he was pouting.

"Tony," I simply said, leering salaciously at the man.

"Ooh, kinky," Clint reached over and we promptly high-fived each other in the wake of multiple embarrassed groans emanating around the room. "Strange, you're a boring old man, get over it."

"And you regularly end up in dumpsters, Barton," Strange retorted quickly. "Not my idea of fun."

"You wouldn't know fun if it hit you in the face!" Tony grinned triumphantly, confident in his superiority over Strange. Look at that, the team was doing the work for me and I didn't even have to try.

"I'll show you fun," Stephen retorted darkly. It was obvious the man was planning something.

"Ok, boomer," I raised my eyebrows in muted satisfaction before turning around and grabbing Bruce to drag along with me. "I'm confiscating your best scientist to amuse myself. I am bored. We will go and do actual science whilst y'all argue. Bye."

My patience had run out. We were examining the parasites we found in the murder-anthropods-from-space, codename MAFS, courtesy of yours truly, and their amazing properties to penetrate cell membranes and feed on metals in organic life forms. Without Bruce's help I understood maybe half of it but he had the patience of a saint and dutifully and understandably explained to me the finer points of studying aliens. Signing half a dozen NDAs was never more worth it.

Steve's sigh consisted of 99% suffering and 2% disappointment. Natasha face-palmed silently in the corner, clutching a mug of coffee, a poster child for existential dread.

"Wait for me," Tony whined, going for the door and promptly being stopped by Steve pointing out the team needing his input on one mission or another. The engineer sighed. "Baby girl, don't let the green mean to start any experiments without me." Tony instructed, pointing an accusatory finger in our direction.

I clutched at Bruce dramatically, feigning hurt feelings and was rewarded with a swift motion of his arms. I shrieked delightfully at being thrown over the scientist's shoulder as he hastened his pace towards the elevator, hightailing it out of there. "I'd never snitch on science daddy," I wiggled my eyebrows in Tony's direction, sticking a hand down the back pocket of Bruce's pants, dangling over his shoulder like a happy sack of potatoes.

The lab smelled strongly of alcohol and bitter chemicals, the solution that Bruce developed to ensure the optimal state of the alien pathogens. The man's genius never ceased to amaze me: Bruce came up with the needed formula in the span of a few hours while running low on sleep, post a Hulk-out session.

We put on our protective gear - "science onesies" I called them - along with a respirator and goggles and set to the segregated part of the lab where the specimens were kept under a blue light. The glass wall between Bruce's and Tony's lab was dimmed; I reflected in it, looking positively futuristic in my double-stacked white platformed boots and white hazmat suit.

"Wait," I motioned to Bruce to come over.

"Oh, right, our music," He was already half-way to being in total Science Mode. "Friday, please put on the "Get Schwifty" playlist, 60% volume."

The playlist that me and Bruce came up with for our lab sessions. The man was such an adorable dork. Thirty percent my music, thirty percent of his indie rock shit and forty percent 00's bops. In other words, utter perfection.

I finally managed to fish out my phone from my pants. "No, let's take a selfie," I struck an impressive pose and pointed the camera as Avril Lavigne sung the first verse to Sk8r Boi.

Bruce laughed but abided by the request, giving me bunny ears in the photo, tapping the fingers of his other hand on my waist to the rhythm of the song.

"He was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!" I sang along, switching my Instagram to stories and posting the short clip of us just vibing with the caption #sciencetime, Bruce laughing openly behind his respirator. I looked cute and silly in my outfit.

"Send the video to me, I'll post it on my Twitter," Bruce requested. I indulged him then put my phone away, ready to conquer the world of microbiology. Or die trying. Science was calling...

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[ghostprincess]

Sweet Things, Ch. 1 (Mysterio x Reader)

I finally got around to posting something. Yay! This has been stirring around my brain for a while, since before the movie came out, and I’m glad I can characterize Quentin as mostly canon. This series’ title will be based off of “Sweet Things” by The Pretty Reckless because I love that song and couldn’t think of a better title. 

Summary: Mysterio kidnaps Y/N Parker as leverage against Peter, as well as because he has taken a liking to her. But the longer she stays with him, the more twisted her reality becomes, until it’s nothing but him. Will Peter be able to save her before it’s too late? Dark!fic, Stockholm Syndrome, dub-con, etc.

Warnings: ffh spoilers, violence, drug/tranquilizer use (but that happens in the movie), uhhh Mysterio is his own warning so??

The notion of chaperoning my brother’s field trip did not strike me as exciting. I dreaded the long flight and the presence of hormonal teenagers. Add in all the shared trauma from the “blip” and it all seemed to create a hearty concoction of disaster.  

However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the trip was not as bad as I thought it would be. One of the new superheroes, Mysterio, had been helping Peter and what was left of SHIELD to destroy a new threat against the planet. He was a man named Quentin, a warrior from another dimension, who had lost his family and his entire planet to these creatures. I guess shared trauma wouldn’t be the word to use here, but given my history of losing my entire family for five years, we had some things in common that made him almost magnetic.

Besides the disastrous attacks of the impossibly terrifying Elementals and the looming threat of the earth’s destruction, I was having a pretty okay time. It wasn’t that Mysterio was pure eye candy… though he was… but he had a very unique personality that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Ever since the night I met him, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. His presence was electric, and although he was righteous and tortured and brave, something seemed… off. I suppose that happens when you have to put on a facade to save a planet that isn’t even yours, though. I couldn’t imagine what he’d been through, or how he somehow hid the pain behind his piercing azure blue eyes.

The sudden sounds of laughter and joyous screams pierced the air around me, pulling me from my daydream and putting me on edge. I was stationed on the grounds of the carnival in order to help the innocent civilians escape the attack that was about to break out. The night seemed normal and fun, as it should be; but I knew that would all end soon. 

Peter’s voice suddenly murmured electronically into my earpiece, confirming his position to Fury and Mysterio.

“Peter, please be careful,” I whispered into the comm, stomach doing backflips. I couldn’t lose him again.

“I know, I will, Y/N,” he responded before being interrupted by Fury’s irritated voice. I took the earpiece out and turned it off, knowing that if I listened to them fight I would either get extremely anxious or accidentally distract them with my big mouth. 

I dropped the earpiece into my shoulder bag and looked around; no sign of trouble yet, just a seemingly normal night of partying at the carnival. People in masks and colorful clothes ran around excitedly and the smells of popcorn and cotton candy wafted through the air.

No sign of fire or smoke anywhere. Was Beck really sure of the creature’s arrival? 

I looked around again, scanning the crowd for any signs of distress, but found nothing. Except.... one of Peter’s friends, the girl he liked, walked past me obliviously. 

Shit, they’re supposed to be at the opera!

I reached into my bag to report the unexpected arrival into the earpiece, but was interrupted when the ground shook and I nearly lost my balance. The sounds of cracking and sizzling interrupted the carnival music followed by the horrified screams of the civilians. The wind suddenly transformed into a gust of hot air and a large orange mass began to emerge from the ground. 

As the crowd began to scream and run away, chaos broke loose and I was being shoved in the crowd. I pushed back against the swarm of people, desperately trying to push them behind me to safety, making sure I could save as many people as possible.

“Go! Get out of here! Run!” I screamed. A circus tent was mostly blocking my view of the main battle, flashes of molten orange and electric green lighting up the night. The monster’s horrible screams became louder and the ground shook harder as it seemingly gained strength.

The crowd finally parted enough to where I could stand behind a tent and have a good sense of what was going on while staying hidden. I got the last of the crowd out of the way after a few minutes of pushing and shoving them out of the way of falling debris, then stopped to listen to the fight.   

The urge to eavesdrop on the comms between Peter and Beck was overwhelming, especially considering that Beck’s laser-energy blasts sounded almost useless against the creature. I desperately hoped Peter was okay, and my knees trembled as a fear-induced nausea began to wash over me. I looked around the side of the tent just as a large green explosion shook the night sky, the energy of the blast pushing me to the ground. 

Mysterio had done something huge; possibly lethal by the looks of it. The man was no longer hovering in the air and shooting lasers, and the green lights blinded most of my vision. I shielded my eyes and stayed on the ground until the electric zapping noises died down, and the monster’s wails disappeared. 

I looked around the edge of the tent again and saw Peter’s silhouette standing over Beck’s kneeling form, and I immediately ran towards them. He’s okay. He survived.

“Peter!” I yelled in panic, and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I-I’m okay, a-are you hurt?” he responded, looking crestfallen despite the victory. 

“I’m fine. Beck, are you okay?” I asked, reaching a shaky hand out to him.

“Well, now that you’re here, I’m alright.” He half-smirked at me and accepted my hand, pulling himself to his feet, his body slightly twisted in pain. I could almost feel Peter’s eye roll, and I didn’t blame him, though I found myself blushing nonetheless.

“Thank you for having his back,” I smiled, pulling the man into a tight embrace. I pulled away as I remembered seeing MJ and my stomach dropped, knowing I hadn’t seen her while I was evacuating the crowd.

“Oh! Peter, I have to tell you, I saw—“

“Y/N, go back to your base. We’re having a mission debrief and it’s need-to-know,” Fury interrupted from behind me. I startled, not even knowing he was there, then sighed.

“Alright. Peter, call me when you get back,” I said. I nodded at Beck with a sad smile and then turned and began the walk from the destroyed carnival back to the hotel. 

Having a younger brother as a superhero had definitely put me in some weird situations, but this has got to be among the top ranked. Especially when said younger brother used to be the same age as me until he was dusted for half a decade. My predicament was unique and exciting but no less terrifying and traumatizing. 

When Peter and May had returned, I had been in denial for days, thinking I’d finally gone crazy, until Captain America himself was brought in to explain to me what had happened. Ever since then, I’d been very protective of Peter, knowing that if I lost him again I would truly not survive. Silent tears escaped my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. 

He’ll be okay. They did it.

The distressed look in his eyes despite his victory begged to differ, and the thought ate at me relentlessly. What could have been wrong? Was he hurt? My heart rate was through the roof and I could feel the panic setting in as I imagined losing him again.

I entered the hotel and walked straight to my room, slipping past the students and two teachers frolicking around the lobby. MJ passed me in the hallway, looking shaken but unharmed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. 

I entered my room, 131, and I shut and locked the door behind me, finally sinking to my knees and allowing myself to hyperventilate. I couldn’t help but wonder whether the monster was really dead; what if it regenerated? What if another one showed up? Peter could’ve been in danger right now for all I knew, he could’ve…

Throughout the night, my thoughts slowly quieted down. I stood in the shower until the hot water ran out, the too-hot temperature being somewhat grounding and cathartic in my state. After I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I got into bed, the exhaustion finally hitting my body.

Knock knock knock.

I startled, sitting up in the bed and flicking on the lamp beside the bed. The clock read 1:42 AM. The knock had come from the window, and I looked up, seeing the figure floating outside my window. Mysterio. 

I quickly stood up and walked to the window to slide it open. He floated inside and then landed in front of me, the silvery helmet disappearing. His face showed pity and I looked away, embarrassed that he could read me so easily.

“Peter’s alright, I promise. Just got some verbal backlash from Fury, that’s all.” 

“Oh… okay. He never called me when he got back; he got back, right?”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Of course. He said something about talking to a girl he likes, so he’s probably just busy.”

“Oh, okay, that’s… that’s good.” I breathed a sigh of relief, falling back to sit on the edge of my bed.

“But how are you? Are you alright? I know it has to be scary, to have all this happening,” Beck said, putting a soothing hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. His gaze was soft but calculated, as if he felt pity but knew what I was going to say before I said it.

“I’m fine. I just… can’t lose my brother again. Everything that happened with the snap, it just… it took its toll, I guess.” 

Beck sat down next to me and wrapped a comforting arm around me. 

“I’m really sorry to have to do this, Y/N.” I looked up at him in confusion.

“What do you m—“ A sharp pain blossomed in the side of my neck and I gasped. Beck pulled the empty syringe out and tucked it into a compartment in his armor, then watched as I tried to stand up. The room was spinning and my body was getting heavier, and I tried to run to the door to escape. What is going on?

Beck grabbed my arm and that was all it took for me to collapse to my knees, my vision slowly fading out. He walked to kneel in front of me and smiled sadly.

“I really am sorry. I’ll explain when you wake up.”

Just then, I heard a frantic banging at the door, and Peter’s voice yelling my name. It sounded distant and echoey, and what direction was it coming from?

“Shhh, don’t want to alert our company,” Beck whispered, and then everything went black.

[pinkykitten]

I was tagged by @writing-with-melon I hope my answers aren’t complete waste or if time and if so I’m sorry and I love you

Rules: Answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

1. What song automatically plays in your head when you look out the window on a long drive? 

i dont really have an answer for this. i think i just automatically think about any song ive been listening to recently or any song that has been stuck in my head. 

2.  Do you have some snacks nearby when you write?

well i live in a two story house so the kitchen is downstairs and im usually lazy busy so since i have a mini fridge upstairs i just usually get water to drink while im writing. its kinda hard to eat and write cuz i loose focus really easily so when i am writing i am writing! i am in the zone! but if i am a little hungry ill usually snack on candy like chocolate kinder joys i love them but they r so expensive or snack on chips but i get like salt on my fingers or i like cheetos so cheetos dust and that just gets everywhere and later my hands and keyboard kinda smell like fart. 3. What do you do to combat creative burnout?

so burnout happens to me a lot so to get inspiration i either read other stories or fanfics which gets my head gears turning or i admire a piece of art or photography or a song. whats so unique and satisfying with writing you can explore and go anywhere with it, hehehe erotic if you know what i mean lol jk there are no barriers with writing just your imagination. there is inspiration any where you go and id advise to never stop writing. even if its a few short sentences or paragraphs about anything even bird poop its still progression and your mind is working and your searching for words like its all good for you bby.  4. Do you use (or like to use) prompts? 

i do ill put the link here. im thinking of changing it though to do something different. 

5. What is your favorite place to write?

lol boring, i know but my room. my room is really bright in the mornings and comfortable and chill and i have a candle of the pandora ride in disney that smells like the ride so its all good and relaxing and super peaceful plus i have a picture of myself the age of like 9 on my desk idk why but it encourages me and makes me focus to make sure i never get that cringy again. 

6. What is a hobby or yous that you usually don’t talk about?

well i like working out HAHAHAHAHA jk that was a joke...get it...cuz i much rather be eatingokillstop. but i really like to draw which i have a art page you can see it if you click here pls look at my failed attempts to be hip and cool with the cool kids and being artsy fartsy. another hobby is i really like to do makeup and nail art, nail art is really tough guys no joke if you do it like you got wizard powers are something. maybe its bc my nails are shorter than pete davidson and ariana grande’s relationship, alright im trying to stop i swear!

7. Do you play an instrument? Which one?

no i wish though. i always wanted to learn to either play the piano or electric guitar cuz H.E.R looks so cool doing it. 

8. How do you feel about your handwriting?

it sucks dont even try me. my sister can barely read it like no wonder nobody wants to steal my signature heck they can’t even read it!

9. Can you tell us of a story that marked your development as a person? As a writer?

ok sit back guys, sniff a nice amount of crack and get ready for the most cringy moment of my life but also a time when i knew i was meant to be *inhale* a fanfic writer. 

so it was elementary school, i think 3rd grade and for my writing assignment we were given a prompt of idk what the heck tbh i think it was like be outside the box and im like ok imma nail this cuz im a weird child and yeah so i got my papers and pencil and i went TO TOWN on this paper. so i wrote two stories. one short story with a picture to go with it and one long story that yeah i buried years ago. so my first story was about a farmer was about that farming life. he had chickens and dairy. so i cant remember if the cheese was spoiled but doesnt matter. anywho these cheese and a chicken were alive like they could talk in the story and i gave them faces, yikes. but the whole story was the farmer was a b*tch and he was trying to eat the chicken and cheese so they hatched a plan to get away from the farmer. they did it successfully and they ran away. yay happy ending my teacher actually liked that one me too and my school mates were thinking what they heck is this girl on i made a story about how me and justin bieber made cookies for Christmas you know. so then my other story i was more proud of this one cuz it was a tone of paper, sorry trees, and this story was about how a female hippo (girl i was all about plus size and thicker girls and no body shaming) and an male ostrich were kidnapped from their own habitats and taken to become circus animals. failed version of Madagascar hey mine was before the circus movie OK THEY STOLE IT FROM MEEEEE. so they get taken and are treated to harsh punishment and the animals can talk and i think its in the point of view of the male ostrich guy thing. they are in the circus and they start to have this relationship happening. love starts blossoming its all good. im happy with this cuz i believed in love at age of 8. they find a way thru a kick butt scene of the animals escaping and the hippo and ostrich are so in love that they run away together and they have half hippo half ostrich babies and i think i named the species  hipstrich or like ostppo idk but i was so proud of this story and when my teacher read it she was worried about me lol i think she thought i might like mate these two animals like secretly idk but she was like it was ok and i was like what this is frickin William Shakespeare writing or like F. Scott Fitzgerald writing. nevertheless it taught me a lesson that nobody else needs to like what im writing the main point and only thing that matters is if your proud of it and you like it and i really did. i will remember that story forever and thats what made me want to be a writer. lol sorry that was a lot. 

10. @emdop I’m going to use this great question: Explain one of your WIPs in the most ridiculous way possible. 

wellllll im working on my peaky blinders oc story its a lot of drugs money killing weapons jewelry rich profanities like its the show but written from my stubby hands so my oc and whatever its great and so excited to show it to you guys. 

MY QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO START TUMBLR?

2. IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING OF THIS WORLD, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

3. WHAT QUALITY IS IMPORTANT TO YOU?

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT?

5. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE?

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD?

7. IF YOU COULD VISIT A PLACE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

8. WHAT SHOW OR MOVIE UNIVERSE WOULD YOU WANT TO BE IN?

9. WHAT IS THE SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?

10. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE IN THIS WORLD THAN ANYTHING ELSE?

im tagging: @thatlittlered, @ardentmuse, @acciosnapes, @lotsoffandomimagines, @collecting-stories, @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms, @naughtyneganjdm, @lenahellgizibe and two random followers @spiritsent, @sucker-for-my-fandoms

i was tagged by @writing-with-melon again ty btw, ps i felt so much pressure lol jk 😊

Rules: Answer 5 questions, Ask 5 questions, Tag 5 people.

1. What is your favorite book?

fifty shades of grey hahaha naw my favorite book is obv you all know this is series of unfortunate events but i never usually cry period and i never cry for books ever so when i read mrs. tom thumb by melanie benjamin, its the part when her sister minnie dies i cried so hard idk it was just emotional the wording the way she described her pain it was so beautiful written yet so sad and that was just amazing to me cuz im like this book made me feel things and im like wow i would love to write a book one day and make someone feel something whether it be sadness anger happiness annoyance anything they are having an emotion and that is super powerful to do that with just words. pls go check out that book its a good read. also im a fan of the greatest showman so i really enjoyed it. there are many other books tho that i thoroughly enjoy so much. 

2. What piece that you’ve written are you most proud of?

oh my god ive always wanted to be asked this question hands down i am always proud of my platonic gender neutral tony stark fic called in·con·sol·a·ble window to me i wrote it so sad and i was feeling like depressed lol when i saw peter die in infinity war like i didnt know what to do with my life tbh but im so glad that @impetrichorny requested it tysm i just like how its not based on romance or fluff or happiness it is based on when you lose someone the nightmares and sadness you go through and that there is nothing nobody can do about it except just be there for that person so i really like writing angst and something that was out of the box. ive been thinking tho of doing a part two since the fate of all the characters has changed after endgame. who knows tho. 

3. What is the last song that inspired you? 

well for art it would have to good news by mac miller when i did that kobe bryant memorial on my art page. i dont want to give it away though but ill just say some very powerful womens music inspired my oc writing and making. 

4. How do you feel about letting people read what you write?

at first i was scared cuz i thought i wrote like trash which that feeling kinda doesnt go away like some days i feel that way others i feel confident or it depends on the request it just depends but anyways i was always insecure about my writing so when i started writing it was more like lets see how this goes if not ill delete the whole page. im glad to say it went great but in the begging it was hard cuz i kept putting myself down but i learned to accept or just understand that you keep learning with writing you always learn knew things with writing how you can explain something better or you words get more intricate and people see the improvement and you do too thats why i applaud those who dont speak english that english isnt their first language. you are doing a tremendous job and keep practicing cuz you’re gonna make it to the top. ive also learned that some days are not my days and you can take time off when youre not feeling it when you have writers block. just recollect your juices sip some tea go to the beach relax your mind a little and take as long as you need to come back and give it your all. also comments and reblogs and likes a follows those meant so much to me and encouraged me. thats why i cant express it enough how much all those mean to writers, artist, photographers, anybody who is truly trying their hard in this area of social media. its makes a person happy smile and confident in their writing but first train your mind into loving what you make not what others thing. you have to be happy with the outcome that is what truly matters and what makes your writing the best. look at me getting philosophical. 

5. Do you get distracted easily? If yes with what?

yes and with porn haha i get distracted easily like very easily homeschooling was really tough for me. music distracts me, netflix, the urge to watch david dobrik or unus annus or buzzfeed unsolved on youtube, heck my farts distract me. i gotta be like troy bolton i gotta get my HEAD IN THE GAME!

MY QUESTIONS:

1. IF YOU COULD BE NAMED SOMETHING ELSE, WHAT WOULD YOU BE NAMED?

2. WHAT PERSON INSPIRES YOU THE MOST?

3. IF YOU KNEW THE WORLD WAS ENDING TOMORROW WHAT WOULD YOU DO TODAY?

4. WHAT DO YOU OFTEN THINK ABOUT IN THE SHOWER?

5. WHATS YOUR WEIRD COMBINATION FOOD?

im tagging: @thatlittlered​, @ardentmuse​, @acciosnapes​, @lotsoffandomimagines​, @collecting-stories​ AND WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS IF YOU FOLLOW ME OR LIKE MY STORIES TAG ME ILL READ YOUR ANSWERS. HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING MWUAH 

[the-mad-starker]

Diamonds and Roses- 3 - A Bite of My Heart

AO3 Link: Chapter 1 (2359) | Chapter 2 (6101) | Chapter 3 (5836)

Tumblr Link: Chapter 1 & 2

Summary:  Prime Alpha Tony Stark is sent to prison. He can get out in a second, but instead, he decides to play nice and bide his time. Do things the legal way, for now anyway. While incarcerated, a sweet faced omega wants his help but at what cost?

Notes: ABO dynamics, Prime alpha Tony, Omega Peter, intersex omegas, prison AU, future smut including anal sex, vaginal sex, blow jobs, etcetcetc…

Yay, @still-lovelygarnet is back on Tumblr so I’m calling her out here so everyone knows. Go show her some love!

Chapter 3 is the beginning of the spicy NFF!

💗 💗 💗 

The deal was made and with it, Tony should have stepped back and returned to his cold, calculating self.

His instincts were telling him to do the opposite though and they wanted him closer still. It was all the more reason for Tony to step away because as a prime, his instincts should not rule him. But the omega’s scent tickled his nose and lured him in, begging to be explored.

Maybe just this once, Tony could follow what those urges wanted.

As it was, the omega wasn’t exactly pulling away either.

The position they found themselves in was a peculiar one, both unwilling to back off so why shouldn’t Tony… take advantage?

“Let me… fulfill the first step in my task then…” Tony murmured, a mere excuse for staying close. He would test the boundaries, maybe push just a little… But it didn’t seem as though the omega was adverse to his attention.

With the young omega in his arms, Tony had to stomp down the soft alpha purr that was caught in his throat. The omega had asked for protection, not for a lover, and even if they were compatible, Tony's life was a dangerous one.

Someone like Peter wouldn't survive. The possibility that he could learn tickled the back of Tony's mind, but he ignored that too. That was inconsequential, for now. No, it was better that they just had this one deal but maybe they could have fun while it lasted.

The act of claiming didn’t have to be like this. Tony has had his share of claiming others. He would lay his hand on their shoulders and run his palms along their neck. Those he was particularly fond of, the prime would sweep his hands over their arms and hands. He would spread his scent, so potent and distinctive, as much as possible until… Until they were truly marked as his, in ink and stone.

So this wasn’t his first time marking someone but pressed against this particular omega, Tony could admit that it was the first that it ever felt so intimate. He had already stepped out of the bounds of what someone like him should do… And that sweet scent dared him to continue.

He ran his fingers through the boy's brown curls, spreading more of his scent, letting it soak down to the very roots. He wondered briefly if Peter understood how unusual this was. Or was the omega just basking in the attention?

Tony needed to get back to business.

“Don't worry about Thanos,” Tony said, voice rough and strained. “He's my problem now.”

Chest to back, the boy's skin was soaking up his scent… Good.

“Every morning, you'll come to my cell,” Tony instructed him. “You'll take the suppressants I give you and you'll take it in front of me. I don't trust those shits to not try something once word gets out.”

Tony’s mercy would set a lot of things in motion, things that both would have to prepare for. Even then, there would be things that neither would foresee and that made the prime’s heart shudder in excitement.

“Thank you, Alpha… I’ll come to you,” Peter offered with respect.

He couldn’t believe that he would get out of this unscathed. Yet, it appeared to be true, Tony was someone who didn’t feed on an omega’s fear.

“You're mine now,” Tony told him. He pulled back, just a bit, to turn him around and tip the omega's face towards his. “Do you know what that means, hmm? When a man like me claims another?”

Peter moved gracefully with the alpha’s guidance, yielding to those strong hands. He was intoxicated by the alpha’s deep scent, but at least this time it didn’t threaten to overwhelm him. His own scent, normally undetected by his nose, was a sweet undertone to the alpha’s deep musk. The prime’s scent and his own… mixing and merging… Together.

Tony’s words made him bold and this time there was no holding back as he stood on his toes to get a whiff of the man’s neck. The scent there was even deeper, as prevalent as it could get without getting undressed.

Peter’s eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

Tony felt hyper aware of Peter nosing along his neck, no doubt seeking more of his scent in such a carefree manner. He had to clench his jaw, using sheer strength of will to not get hard.

If it were any other omega, any other person actually, Tony would've had them slammed into a wall for daring. Throats were much too vulnerable. Tony shouldn't be as comfortable as he was right then but he was. He was relaxed and caught in a soft cocoon, lulled into some sort of compliance with the omega's happy scent clouding his mind.

The boy let go and slowly opened his eyes to look up at him, slightly shivering from the intensity.

He was thinking about Tony’s words, what it means to be claimed…

Peter had never known what it meant to belong to another other than himself and willingly so. He kept under the radar as much as possible since he didn’t want to be touched or felt by others, whether they were alphas or betas. All belonged in the same category for him. Primes weren’t any different. That's what Thanos had proven, but Tony… He was not like the rest.

His expression turned serious as a small and determined frown decorated his lips.

“I have never been claimed, alpha,” Peter confessed with a steady tone.

Admitting this was, perhaps, putting him in a vulnerable position. Still, honesty was Peter’s way, the only way he knew.

“I just know that your scent will protect me…”

The flame inside him returned, even more so than before now that a prime’s scent was being absorbed by his skin.

Tony wasn't all too surprised at the admission. With one look at him, one sniff of his scent, Tony was already able to tell so much about Peter's character. Innocent, but still so wily. His heart was pinned on his sleeve.

The alpha could never allow such weakness within himself, but perhaps it wasn't a weakness for the boy. Peter had already charmed one prime into giving him what he wanted, after all.

This made some part of Tony shudder in revulsion, but it made his inner alpha grow sharp teeth. Tony had claimed the boy already though, so that was only inevitable. It pleased him that he would be the first and only if they continued with this arrangement.

“The scent will wear off,” Tony said dismissively. “That's why you must come to me. As long as you have even a hint of me on you, anyone that belongs to me will assist you. My strength will become yours… For as long as the scent lasts.”

His teeth flashed in a brief but teasing grin. “Of course, there are other ways to let the scent sink in. Things we can do so that the smell of me will never leave you. It'll bury deep into your bones and everyone will know you're mine.”

He caressed the omega's cheek, tracing a finger down the unmarked skin of his neck. Tony made sure to carefully watch for Peter's reactions. “But… I don't think that's to your taste, hmm?”

Only now becoming aware that he was standing in his t-shirt and underwear, Peter held still. His face, so open and guileless, didn’t become alarmed or scared. Not at all, it was the exact opposite reaction to Tony’s previous advancement. Because now Peter felt safe, a balance within him that the alpha had forged with his claim.

That didn’t mean the omega was unaffected.

As the other spoke, Peter’s cheeks heated up and the boy used all of his willpower to not avert his gaze. Then he swallowed and let his eyelids lower slowly as he thought of a proper response.

“I’m not what you think, what you are looking for,” he claimed with a hint of audacity, the finger on his neck making him shiver.

What was going on in Peter’s mind could be anyone’s guess, but he spoke in a matter-of-fact way. Of course, the boy couldn’t shy away from the true reasons he was refusing. Deep down he knew what he wanted.

Just being with Tony was like his first crush. It was warm and sweet... Safe. His young body held in his mother's arms as he declared his love and intent to marry the alpha boy he had his sights on.

Even with the way his mother had laughed, delighted and smiling so brightly, love wasn't wrong.

And as he gazed into the prime's dark eyes, he felt that way again. It wasn't wrong to love, it just hurt him to do so knowing that Tony didn't feel anything like that for him.

“Why would you want to go further with... me?” the boy asked. It was a matter of the flesh for the alpha, how could it not be, but the boy felt compelled to press for answers.

Mere moments ago they had made a cold deal, but it could turn into so much more… Even the offer of being the alpha’s lover made his breath catch. But was it just this once… Or was there substance to what the alpha offered? Would he be… discarded afterward? Would it be worth it even if it was just once…?

But the alpha could have anyone he wanted, Peter was sure of it. Why was he so set on him then?

Tony smiled at the flustered omega. He liked that Peter hadn't just jumped into his arms or fallen in line. It was nice. Refreshing.

The alpha also liked having a challenge. In this tiny, boring little world, he needed something to focus on. He could almost pity the omega for catching his attention, but well, Tony hadn't initiated whatever this was.

He was only supplementing it.

The alpha's entire body felt loose and relaxed. His smile was oh so charming, meant to seduce with the mean curve of his lips. When he spoke, his voice was husky and amused.

“I think, little omega, that the problem is you think I'm looking for something. I am… but a simple alpha. A simple man,” Tony purred the words out, eyes hooded but still so sharp and vigilant. “We're in this tiny, tiny room and you think… what? I'm thinking of another omega while we're talking?”

He chuckled, body leaning towards Peter's, wanting more contact, more anything.

“No,” he said gently but firmly, “it's just you and me. Here and now, you have my attention. The question is then… Do you want it?”

Omegas could not stand a chance against Tony’s charms and effortless display of alphaism. Even more so Peter, who was so young and maybe rough around the edges but already captivated by all that Tony was. Yet the boy tried, hanging on to his convictions, on to what he thought was right and what would hurt him less in the long run

For all that the alpha claimed to be a simple man, Peter knew he was anything but. There was so much more… And he had only seen Tony’s surface, a glimpse. Peter wanted to know everything there was to learn and to mean something to the man in front of him. By giving himself up like this… the dream could be vanquished.

"Do I want it..." Peter considered, gaze to the side then coming to rest on Tony's features. It was like every time Peter looked at him, the prime grew more handsome and tempting with every glance. Was he so weak to give in or was it inevitable that he would fall?

"No tricks or games?" Peter said. He smiled but there was a shadow to it that Tony didn't understand.

The alpha’s expression softened, his sharp smile losing its edge and his eyes becoming warmer, fond even.

"No games, sweetheart," Tony said in a soft purr, "Just an alpha and omega... Doing what we've done for years... Enjoying what was meant for the other."

Peter was naive enough to believe that he was keeping his feelings for the man hidden inside as he held his gaze in place, still somehow able to look up at the man. He understood, however, very clearly what went on in the alpha’s head. It was as he had suspected from the very start.

A matter of the flesh.

The boy’s features grew heavier, his heart squeezed in a tight grip. It had been folly, really, to think that there was ever a chance to be something more for Tony, other than… well.

"And if I walk away now...? After we've agreed on the deal..." Peter challenged.

Tony almost laughed. Talking with this omega was... So exciting.

"A prime's honor," Tony said, inclining his head. He would honor it, he didn’t take anyone into his service unless they came with a loyal heart. It was no different now. "Are you going to walk away then?"

Peter considered a moment longer. His breath shallow and his heart pounding. He fought with himself, to not give in, to shield his heart away. Maybe he was the one playing games… Walking into this with a bleeding heart when the alpha looked so calm and unaffected… Peter was plagued by desire.

But would it be better to have loved and lost… Such an unsavory thought but it helped push Peter’s decision. If he was to give himself to someone… Tony would have been the only choice for him. At least here, with him, he could get to choose.

"No... I don't think I will," Peter said but then his eyes darted away and his cheeks turned pink. "Alpha, I've never..." He swallowed down the nervousness.

“I’ve never been this… close… with anyone,” he admitted, again. It was repetition. Surely if he hadn’t been scented or claimed by an alpha, he’d be… pure in this, as well? He didn’t want to say it… It was embarrassing but… Peter wished to make it clear that he had never been bedded by anyone before.

A lot of his hesitation stemmed from that since he knew that alphas could be brutal when it came to it. The boy became flustered again, at the very thought, and opted to deflect his conflicted emotions.

“Maybe you already understood as much…” he continued quietly, looking down between their bodies and the tiny distance that separated them.

Peter took Tony’s hand softly and guided it up, just above his pounding heart. The boy was certain Tony had heard it already, beating just for him. “That’s why... you’re being so careful now...” His big brown eyes turned to him again, sweet but challenging.

Tony's eyes dropped to where Peter was pressing his hand against his chest. He felt the rapid but steady beats against his fingertips and when he got it, started to tap it out as he thought.

There wasn't much he had to think on though.

Peter had given his answer and with it, a challenge as well.

“Hmm…” Tony cocked his head in thought before he started to move.

With his hand pressed over the boy’s heart, he took a step forward and then another.

Peter’s eyes widened but he moved in tandem with the alpha, taking a step back with every step taken. Tony’s smile grew predatory in a way that made his heart jump… It was different from all the other times the alpha smiled. There was a hint of sharpness, but somehow, in the curve of his lips, there was a sinful promise there.

The steps were slow and steady and he never took his eyes off of Peter’s, not even when he had backed him up against the wall. One more step put them so close that Tony had to look down, dark hair falling into his eyes.

The alpha leaned down, taking in a big inhale. It was all for show because Tony didn’t need to be that close to smell the omega’s scent of arousal. It was coming off the boy in waves, making their combined scents such a heavy cocktail of delicious aromas.

“Sweet like honey,” Tony purred, “that's what you smell like. Like every good thing worth having outside these walls. That is not the scent of one unwilling.”

He let the scent wash over him, felt the ache of desire in his belly grow and grow. And his body responded, as any alpha would when teased with such stimulus. He was unashamed by the way his cock twitched and started to swell.

Peter felt Tony scent his neck and goosebumps spread on his skin, shivers down his spine. To be praised for his sweet scent had his knees too weak to stand, the proximity clouded his judgement again, his mind.

Tony had to get more so he dared to close the gap between them… Hips pressed together, his arousal evident between them. His hands settled on the boy’s hips, fingertips teasing under the band of his underwear to touch bare skin.

“Am I still being careful now?” Tony asked, nosing along Peter’s ear.

It was such a temptation to bite… Just a little nibble on the boy's red tinged ear.

“I'll say it clearly so you make no mistake,” Tony breathed, “I want you, Peter Parker. I would claim you in the way it's meant to be done, skin to skin, lips to lips. Not this fake transfer–”

He cut it off with a soft growl as the omega's scent started to cloud his own mind. Not much time left then.

“Maybe you’re the one being careful...” Tony chuckled then he gentled his voice into a soft coo. “Make your choice… Say yes or walk away now. I won't ask again.”

The decision had already been made by the boy. He couldn’t resist… even if he knew he should. Even if he knew it was too dangerous, his heart was beating for the alpha. It was all the more reason to not give in.

His brows furrowed as he slipped his lids shut with the desire that grew unbearable. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side, to offer to the alpha the most sensitive part of his neck.

Tony's mouth was inches away from his scent gland with only a thin fabric laying between them, and it made his frame shake from the anticipation. To belong was an omega’s greatest calling... and Tony said he wanted him... Him.

His little pussy clenched, coating the boy’s tender folds with his juices. His entire body was answering to the alpha's seduction, to his voice and growls, in a way Peter had never experienced before. If they kissed now... this would be his first. If the alpha pushed inside of him... that would be his first. The thought spread tingles all over his scalp and body.

Peter raised his hands slowly, delicately, to bring them over to his neck. At first, it appeared as if he was trying to shield it away but then... a finger searched at the layers of fabric, evidently an attempt to unwrap the bandages there.

He had never imagined it would be like this... but he could not spare another thought, not anymore. Peter found the end and pulled it just a little.

Tony held very still, watching the omega's fingers tremble and search.

“You... can... ah–” Peter’s breath caught up in his throat, “Undo… it… pulling here... but–” He paused again, feeling dizzy and about to lose balance.

“Just a kiss, alpha, just– please–” His voice was all excited but tremulous as he lowered his hands again.

The words Peter spoke caused a soft purr to reverberate in the alpha’s chest.

It wasn't an answer though. Tony would make sure to get a proper one but for now…

The slip of cloth was right there. He took a slow, steady inhale of Peter's scent and breathed it right out against the omega's sensitive skin.

Tony pressed his face against the boy's neck, lips dragging over clothed skin. Sharp teeth snagged the offered cloth and with a rough jerk of his head, the knot pulled free.

That tantalizing scent called to him and Tony wasted no time tugging it off with his fingers. It was mere seconds before he was there, the pure, unblemished skin laid out before him.

“So soft…” Tony couldn't help but note. The boy had asked him for something, hadn't he?

His fingers cradled the fragile column of the omega's neck, his thumb gently tilting it to his liking. He could feel the excited rhythm of Peter's heartbeat against his fingers.

Peter was so pliant and unresisting now and although Tony was accustomed to being obeyed, something about this omega's submission was tantalizing. Beautiful.

“A kiss, hmm?” Tony murmured softly. “Here?”

He pressed his lips to trembling skin, a hint of tongue wetting the boy's scent gland. The scent of arousal flooded his lungs directly from the source, heady and addicting. He forced himself to move, sliding his lips up Peter's neck.

The boy gritted his teeth in anticipation but then gasped when tender lips brushed against his skin. His spine tingled all the way down and every word, every touch from then on was electrifying.

Helpless and unwilling to resist Peter felt the man’s aroused breath on his neck as he spoke.

“Ah…” he gasped once more, leaving his lips parted as he squirted an embarrassing amount of precum out of his little cocklet. The tiny member twitched full in his underwear, and without pants to hide it, the dampened spot could be clearly seen on the white fabric.

“Here?” Tony purred as he pressed another kiss to Peter’s jawline. He pulled back, just a bit, even as his hand slid up, thumb slipping into Peter's gasping mouth. The omega tasted his skin and his eyelids closed in pleasure. Delicious…

He didn’t dare to suck on the digit, even if his innocent mind was already twisting with the possibility.

Tony pressed his lips to the boy's scent gland, laving it with attention. “Think I like this spot. Don't you?”

They had been standing here for a while now and the afternoon sun was slowly dipping behind the faraway hills. They couldn’t really see it because the only window in this room was tiny and close to the ceiling, but the fading light was making the cramped space darken with every passing minute.

The night call would be taking place shortly but little did it matter for someone like Tony Stark. For Peter to be missing from his cell during a call would lead to a world of trouble in the past, but now that he was radiating with the alpha’s scent he would certainly be given a free pass.

Peter couldn’t find it in him to care in the slightest. His whole being was consumed by Tony’s scent, by his words and–

He lowered his head in embarrassment, his color beet red, but thankfully both of their scents were intense enough that his leaking cocklet could possibly go unnoticed by the alpha that was touching him in such a controlled way.

This was so much more already than ‘just a kiss’, but Peter was compelled to stand in place, completely and utterly besotted.

Peter raised a hesitant hand and pulled the palm away until Tony’s thumb was resting on the boy’s wet lips.

“Alpha…” he breathed out, still thinking about the praising of his neck and shuddering because his scent gland was spreading waves upon waves of heat with Tony’s kisses.

“No more…” he whispered, lips brushing against Tony’s thumb but it was far too playful, void of any true meaning. “Have to stop... before it’s too late...” he said and bit down ever so softly.

If Peter thought biting on Tony's finger like that was supposed to help, he was wrong. The slight sting of blunt teeth only had the alpha growing harder, his cock straining against the ugly orange prison pants.

Tony shuddered, scraping a fang against Peter's scent gland in retaliation. Not enough to break skin, he wouldn't do such a thing so carelessly but a gentle warning.

If anyone was doing something to push this into ‘too late’, Tony would say it was Peter, himself, for being such a tease, for playing with all of Tony's senses and tantalizing each one with the sweetness of his scent, the softness of his skin. The soft little whines made Tony's cock ache.

“Then tell me to stop,” Tony dared him, “Just say the words…”

The alpha’s hand slipped down until he felt the hard little cocklet between Peter's trembling thighs. It was so small and fitted perfectly in his palm.He gently squeezed the bulge, making Peter arched his back in a half-hearted attempt to escape the hot fingers.

“Say it…” Tony breathed, “Don't touch me there…”

Tony could feel the boy's wetness seeping through his underwear. The alpha wanted to lick it right off, to have a taste of the omega on his tongue. Desire grow in the pit of his stomach and it made his touch just a bit rougher, harsher, in response.

Peter didn’t pull away. With every second that passed without the omega’s rejection, Tony felt more emboldened to continue. He kissed the boy’s neck again, stroking Peter's stiff little cock and teasing him just as much as the alpha was being teased.

He got nothing but sweet moans for his actions.

He released Peter's little cock, fingers slipping further south just to brush his fingertips above his wet little pussy.

“Don't make me wet…” Tony whispered. “Say it, Parker. You want me to stop? Tell me.”

The more Tony asked for it, the more it made Peter weak to his knees. All the neediness escaped from his lips in soft, helpless gasps and needy whines like the world would come to an end if Tony took his hands away now.

He had never felt so hot in his life, so desperate for this man that pressed every single of his buttons so skillfully as if Peter’s body was already his. As if they were already lovers.

Tony’s bare teeth on his neck made him writhe with pleasure as the omega’s soft spot was yearning for the bite. All those horror stories he had ever listened to rang false in this moment. It wouldn’t hurt… would it?

Completely out of breath, he panted and moaned, biting his bottom lip to muffle what little he could.

Peter’s hand reached for Tony’s, his fingers gripping around his forearm to prevent him from going down any further.

His chest went up and down with his shallow breaths as if he was a small rabbit caught in a hunter’s trap.

“Alphaa...” Peter mewled, a sound that was so soft and so very desperate.

His fingers relaxed and glided down Tony’s hand until he reached the palm between his legs. And the boy pushed at it softly.

“I- I can’t say it…” he answered as he felt the pressure return, his cocklet pulsed in unison with his wet folds.

“Slow... please…” he breathed out with his eyes closed.

His hand was only putting the slightest of pressure and not doing much to lead Tony’s fingers. But it made clear what the boy wanted. More.

Tony controlled his breathing, breathing in a deep lungful of the boy's scent and releasing it in the same span of time.

Alphas and omegas were dangerous together.

The thought cut clear through the haze of desire that was fogging up his mind.

The alpha growled at his fraying control. Tony was better than that. It pissed him off that he was in danger of losing control as though he was a mindless animal only fit to fuck and kill. He reigned his desires, gripping it tight until he could once more focus on the pretty little omega he had in his arms.

His fingers pressed between Peter's legs, over the thin cloth of the boy's underwear. Only a single finger fit between the puffy lips of the omega's pussy. Tony explored as gently as he could, keeping his touch feather light as he sought out that little bundle of nerves that would make the omega melt.

The cloth was a hindrance so Tony pulled his hand back but only so he could slip it beneath Peter's underwear. He found warm, soft skin and the alpha couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

He delved further south, returning to where he was originally. He felt wetness there and he breathed out hard, mouthing and kissing Peter's neck as the urgency grew.

“I'll make you feel good…” Tony murmured into his ear. “No one's touched this pussy before, hmm? Spread your legs, baby. Let me get in there.”

“No one–” Peter admitted openly, his lips parted with inaudible moans that Tony’s finger induced.

But Tony didn’t need much confirmation, not when he could find out for himself. As his finger slid in deeper, past the knuckle, the alpha encountered tightness, Peter’s little barrier.

It was… unexpected but considering how innocent the omega was, perhaps it was to be expected. Still, the revelation had the alpha fall silent in consideration. When Peter had said no one… Tony wondered how much the boy experimented since not even toys had been used...

“Is it... alright?” Peter asked a moment later. He thought his inexperience could be displeasing for the alpha, but there was no way to hide it.

The pressure against his hymen was an uncomfortable sensation for the omega because his thighs squeezed together, shaking even then.

“Am okay...” he let out to justify himself before he moved his feet apart at about shoulder’s width. He stood on his toes momentarily, swaying in place. Peter’s hands found Tony’s forearms, fingers blending with the arm hair and tracing over the rough skin with delicate movements.

Having his pussy explored by the man’s hand... Peter felt wetness drip out of him, slick soaking Tony’s fingers.

Such lewd display of his lust… Peter was embarrassed but it was far too late to deny any of this.

The primal need to be claimed made his skin burn and his knees weak. He wanted it so badly that he could cry, and it was strange because his instincts had never commanded him in this way in the past. They had only compelled him to avoid alphas, to stay under the radar.

Here he was... asking for trouble... asking to be held... almost begging for it.

“I want to make you feel good too…” The words just slipped his lips as a whisper but they were enough to bestow upon him a moment of clarity.

What were they doing…? It was too dangerous… His wet underwear was discarded on the floor and Tony’s embrace engulfed him like he was a raging flame.

“Will you claim me now, alpha...?” he let out. Even now, a bout of uncertainty took hold, an irrational fear that Tony would walk away and leave him humiliated. But then he felt it… the way the alpha’s chest rumbled and how the older man only pressed closer as though he were shielding Peter and their indecent acts away from the rest of the world.

Tony’s fingers gently stroked along the omega's slit, spreading wetness all along the swollen flesh. His cock twitched angrily, jealous of the slick warmth his fingers had the pleasure of exploring.

Not for long though.

“Do you trust me?” Tony purred into Peter's ear. “With everything?”

He dipped a fingertip inside Peter's virgin hole, making sure not to put too much pressure against it.

“With this treasure you have here?” Tony breathed, “With your body, your heart…?”

Every breath he took in pulled him closer to fulfilling his primal need. He was so close… So close to getting something he truly wanted, a little taste of heaven in this hellhole of a prison. But Tony wouldn't act, not until he got what he wanted.

It didn't escape him. Even after the omega surrendered in his arms, Parker still hadn't said yes and that rankled in Tony's mind. He could tease and touch, would allow himself to go this far and farther, but there was a line he wouldn't cross.

Whether it was one twisted code of honor or perhaps he just liked to have the omega beg, Tony wouldn't budge until he got it. They could both be left aching and unfulfilled until the end of time. He was patient.

“I can give you so much…” Tony murmured, breaths hot and wet against Peter's fevered skin. “If only you would say that magic word.”

Tony felt Peter's little opening tighten with his words, the boy's muscles growing restless across his slender body. But then the hole spasmed around the tip of his finger and it was coated with a few fresh drops of wetness.

It was clear, the omega was slicking up for him.

The small omega's calling was to submit, to be marked, knotted, and bred. To have his body given up in the hands of the alpha. Still, Peter's breathless ‘yes’ wasn't one led by blind primitive urges. It was a trembling word that left his lips to declare how he, as a lovestruck boy, felt.

“Yes, alpha...” he repeated and it was a true leap of faith to say it. He could be devoured, used or abandoned but Peter couldn't refuse his deep, burning desire.

“You can have it… I... I’ll give it to you...” he whispered in the surrounding darkness.

With every word, the anticipation grew, feeding that tight feeling in the boy’s belly.

It was embarrassing to give it up to this prime, especially since Peter had set out to leave this room untouched. But it was his decision…

Was it calculated? Peter wished it was so.

Was it a leap of faith? He dared not to acknowledge it as such.

Was it that he couldn’t deny his heart…

“Please... Be gentle…” His eyes closed. This was it then. His body and heart, his fate was in Tony's hands.

Tony outright growled, thoroughly pleased by the omega's answer. They barely knew each other but just from their short interactions, the alpha knew Peter would fight tooth and nail if it wasn't something he wanted.

Therefore… The omega was willing to submit to him. He was willing to give everything precious he had fought to protect in this prison. His innocence, his heart… It made Tony's hunger triple, quadruple, for this sweet creature. He didn’t even care to find out why Peter would be so careless, such thoughts were planned for the future after he set his mark on the boy.

His cock throbbed in his pants and he couldn't– wouldn't deny it this time.

With the omega's permission, Tony set out to claim what was his. No one would ever mistake this omega as someone else's but Tony's.

[bboklix]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: hey! Yay I’m back and finally putting imagines out again. I went through so much with college and life period. But I hope I did the request right kinda changed it a little but I hope you like I’m so sorry it took me literally forever but I’m back and I have two more to write! Also requests are definitely still open.

Request: “Peter Parker or Tom Holland where is kinda like a Rachel-Joey relationship in friends? Like they’re best friends he likes her first and she doesn’t. Then shortly before he starts dating someone else she gets really jealous and weird sometimes because of it”

Words: 1422

You and Peter were always close since you’re mother and his aunt usually got together once a week. Upon them being friends you and Peters friendship blossomed.

You and him were like two peas in a pod it was hard to talk to one without the other shortly trailing behind. You never looked at Peter than more than a really good friend. He knew your favorite movie and the songs that made you cry and you knew he was Spider-Man.

Your friendship couldn’t be more perfect if you said so yourself and any person looking down at the friendship could tell you both had a strong bond together.

But as you got older and more mature as your mother would put it you started to see Peter in a different light. But friends don’t look at friends the way you started to look at Peter. Your alarm started buzzing shortly after 6:30 meaning your bus would arrive twenty minutes after. Sighing you pulled yourself from bed and began your morning as normal, shaking Parker from your head. Brushing your teeth and pulling on a random hoodie you made your way to the bus stop.

Upon the bus you saw Ned waving you over and you smiled grateful some you liked rode this bus. “Well good morning sunshine” he smirked as you swatted his arm. “Hi Ned”. “So how’s things with your buddy Peter?” He raises an eyebrow, now Ned new you potentially had feelings for Peter and every morning he liked to remind you he knew.

“Now Ned I don’t know if you’d really wanna head down this road this morning” you said placing your bag next to your feet. “Oh? I do it every morning having cold feet now (Y/L/N)”. You rolled your eyes and turned to face Ned. “Hush”.

Once you arrived at school you rushed off the bus to beat Ned. Running to your locker you didn’t realize Peter was already standing there with a coffee in hand. You tried reducing your speed but failed as you collided into Peter spilling coffee on to both of you.

“Uh. Good morning?” He laughed as your face burned red and well your chest seeing as how that’s where almost all the coffee landed. “Yeah good morning”. Sighing you pulled yourself up just as Ned decided to walk in. “Jeez Parker I suggested you get her a drink not spill it on her” shaking his head he continued down the hall. “What was that about?” You questioned pulling Peter off the floor.

“Oh uh nothing” he mumbled as he let go of your hand. “Well I better go see if I have extra clothes in my gym locker I’ll see ya later buddy.” Peter sighed, he knew you didn’t like him back so why was he remotely wasting his time. Ned tried convincing him that you did have feelings too but you guys were absolute best friends why would either of you try to ruin an already perfect friendship.

He threw his now coffee stained sweater into his locker and quickly rushed off to class. You on the other hand was standing in the locker room running your shaking hands through your hair.

Ned convinced Peter to get you a coffee but why? Could Peter like you back. You shook your head laughing of course Peter didn’t like you back. You’re too close and neither of you wanted to loose one another.

You threw on a clean shirt and decided to head to class. Once lunch came around you noticed Michelle was sitting extremely close to Peter while Ned looked fed up. He instantly smiled though once he saw you walking over with your lunch tray.

You placed the tray down and quickly grabbed the attentions of both Peter and Michelle. She stopped staring and went back to talking to Peter. You rolled your eyes and sat next to Ned.

He bumped your shoulder as you saw the two of them getting closer. “I’m not hungry I’ll catch you guys later” you mumbled picking up your tray and running out of the cafeteria. You felt tears prickling but you couldn’t cry over something like this if you weren’t willing to change it.

At the end of the day rumors went around saying Peter and Michelle made it official. Hearing that broke your heart. Ned watched you sulk onto the bus as he moved over for you to join him. He wrapped his arms around you and apologized like he had something to do with it.

Once you came to your stop you jumped off and ran to your house and quickly to your room before your mother caught you and questioned you. You threw your bag towards your desk and then face planted into the mattress.

Tears wracked through your body as you let all your emotions towards Peter out. You knew feelings for him would turn out like this. He was your best friend and best friends didn’t have these feelings.

Shortly after the tears became just stains on your face you had become exhausted and passed out.

After some time you heard the creaking noise and you slowed raised your head towards the small sound. The sound was your window creaking open and you quickly jumped up and ran over to it.

You jerked the window from whoever climbed up here and pulled it open. You stood face to face with Peter and you instantly turned angry “Peter what the hell”. Fumbling he swung his legs into the window and climbed into your room. “Y/N clam down I just wanted to talk”. You smirked and huffed. “What makes you think I wanna talk to you?” Peter looked taken back and placed a hand on his chest obviously offended.

“Um I’m your best friend why wouldn’t you wanna talk to me?” You sighed and plopped down on your bed. “Well you have a girlfriend now, and I don’t think she’d want to crawling into another girls window at night.” Peter looked shocked and then sat next to you taking your small hand in his.

“Girlfriend?” You looked up at him and yanked your hand from his. “Yeah Peter your girlfriend Michelle”. Peter rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. “Yeah Michelle” you looked up at him and frowned.

“I don’t to mess things up between you and her so maybe you should just go Peter” standing now Peter looked at you with sad eyes. “No Y/N you’ve got this all wrong” he began but you cut him off placing your hand on his mouth “I don’t have this wrong Pete I’m your best friend and only that you obviously like Michelle or else you wouldn’t be with her and now that I’ve come to think of it you should be showing up in her room not mine”.

Tears threatened to fall as Peter rose and walked over to the window “you don’t mean that Y/N”. Wiping at your tears Peter hoped out the window and swung away into the nights of New York.

You found yourself crying again and slammed the window and forced yourself to fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up to a webbed heart over your window. You rubbed your eyes and rolled them as you got ready for the day. Peter always left them when we took off at night but this time it felt he purposely came back to add it.

You tried to look decent but seeing as how your heart wasn’t in it you just hurried down to the bus.

At school Michelle had her arm linked through Peters. You sighed and slammed your locker shut. Ned walked up to you and tried to reassure you but you took off down the hall. Which also resulted in you not seeing him call it all off with Michelle.

At the end of the day you stood waiting for the best when someone grabbed your shoulder to turn you around. Before you could speak a pair of lips where placed on yours. Eyes widened you saw Peter kissing you.

You pushed him off but he caught you in his arms before you stormed off. “Listen to me, I thought you’d never like me the way I like you so I tried to date someone else to take my mind off you. But I realize that wasn’t the way to go” you looked up at him and frowned “I love you” you smiled and pulled him down for a another kiss.

“I love you too”

[neverlandparker]

“Could this be another lead?” (peter parker)

Word Count: 2.4k words

Warnings: none, enjoy!

Author: @neverlandparker

Requested By: @broadwayshtuff p.s. thanks so much for requesting!

Prompt: #7 from my prompt list: “Peter, my favorite avenger is Spider-Man. He is super amazing and believe it or not, I think I’m really close to finding out his identity…”

RINGGGG

The shrill school dismissal bell finally rang and jolted you out of your thoughts. You couldn't be any more excited. You quickly gathered all your belongings and rushed through Midtown’s main hallway to wait by the main entrance for your best friends, Ned and Peter.

This week had seemed especially long and a stressful one too. The teachers somehow decided to dump loads of homework on you this week. You heaved a great big relieved sigh. 

It was FINALLY Friday, and you couldn’t wait because Fridays were the best. Not only were they the last day of school for that week, but it also meant that you and your friends, Ned and Peter, would walk home and spend some time together. 

You guys would often hangout either at Ned or Peter’s house and build legos, watch movies, or play games. Friday nights were something you’d constantly look forward to each week, and you were especially excited since Peter had promised he would be there after mysteriously skipping out on the last few Fridays. 

What brunette nerd was oblivious (or hopefully oblivious) to was that you had begun to slowly develop feelings for him and you saw him as more than a friend, but afraid of risking your friendship, you had kept the secret to yourself. 

You shook out of your thoughts as the boys spotted you and made their way through the crowd, weaving between students in order to get to where you were standing by the doorway. 

“Hey Y/N! What a week huh? But yay, it's Friday! And you know what that means??”

You gave a laugh at Ned’s enthusiasm and smiled, and off the three of you went.

When you arrived at Ned’s house you made yourself at home, after all, it was almost like your second home because you practically went over all the time. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself sighing at the comfort and warmth.

Then all three of you sat down and somehow, your conversation with Ned and Peter about Star Wars turned into one about the infamous Avengers.

Oh.

It's on.

Let’s see who the biggest fan actually is...

You were the ultimate Avengers fan, you had posters, drawings, and even Spiderman pajamas that you were only slightly embarrassed about.

When you had the opportunity to speak, you practically fangirled and told Ned and Peter all about your love of the Avengers and your newfound fascination with the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Guys, my favorite avenger is Spider-Man. He is super amazing and believe it or not, I think I’m really close to finding out his identity…”

After your little fangirl moment and rambling about how much you adored the Earth’s youngest Avenger, you looked up to see Ned who was weirdly smiling like Earth’s biggest fool (which you had no idea why) and also Peter who was totally red in the face and a sputtering mess.

Expecting them to agree or even chime into your fangirling, you were confused  and a bit disappointed by their strange facial expressions. Weirded out, you quickly back and forth between the boys several times.

Pausing because you registered the awkward atmosphere your fangirling had suddenly created, you frowned.

“Wait. Was it something I said? I’m sorry...”

The boys gave you no response but all of a sudden, Peter abruptly walked out, mumbling over his shoulder some lame excuse about having math homework to finish (but Pete, its Friday) or something like that to do, and then you heard the front door click shut, signaling Peter’s rushed departure.

When Ned’s front door shut, it seemed to end this trance that Ned was in after you finished your little Avengers outburst.

“Sooooo....uh what was that about? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned Ned with a slightly accusing look. 

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” was all Ned managed to say.

You sighed.

He was such a bad liar. There was definitely something suspicious that just happened here.

For the past few months, you had been obsessed with the Avengers. After all, they had saved your city. There were all these crazy space aliens who invaded and caused chaos upon New York, but thankfully, the Avengers were there and managed to save the city. It was thanks to them that New York was still standing and the fact that you were still alive. 

More recently, you noticed a new superhero, “Spider-Man” as YouTube dubbed him. And you had been fascinated with the new hero and curious to learn his real identity. So all things led to other things, and for you, your Avengers obsession quickly turned into an investigation to find the face behind the mask of Queen’s very own Spider-Man.

You quickly told Ned an excuse that was something like, “Uh...yeah I will go do that, but actually, I also really need to go, my mom just texted me and she wants me home. I’ll see you later! Bye!”

And with that, you booked it down the hallway and out of Ned’s house. As you were making your way back to your house, you were too busy thinking about Spider-Man and your mind was running wildly. Could this be another lead in your rather far-fetched investigation in finding the identity of the spandex superhero?

So you paid more attention to Peter Parker over the next few days. But every time you tried to approach him to talk with him, he would just avoid eye contact with you, make a random excuse, and walk away. He seemed to be desperately trying to avoid you. You were heartbroken. What did I do to deserve this? 

At lunch, it seemed like every time you had tried to bring it up the topic of the Avengers or Spiderman, he would start to fidget awkwardly and avoid the conversation. You also noticed he seemed to grow more distant. If you were partners in Chemistry class, your once lively conversations with Peter now dwindled to little or none besides the occasional muttered “hey, can you pass me the beaker?” or “what do we do after stirring the mixture?” And to be honest, you felt strange and tired of this weird treatment you had been receiving after that one “fateful” Friday night at Ned’s house.

You decided that as Peter’s friend, it was your responsibility to find out what had exactly happened on Friday night when you had had your little ramble that had led to Peter avoiding you for the entirety of this week. The question that you had left to ask yourself was, “Did this have anything to do with the identity of the superhero?” 

Deep in your thoughts as the history teacher rambled on about your assignment, you had begun to think of possible reasons to why Peter was avoiding you. Then, after several focused minutes of thinking, you finally came to your questionable, crazy, and absurd but only logical conclusion. 

What if...What if...the reason that Peter had been avoiding you had been because...

You gasped at your conclusion, the fear and shock making your drop your pencil which dropped to the hard tile of the school floor with an audible “clank” and it seemed that half the class seemed to stop whatever they were doing before to stare at your shocked expression. Your hands flew up to your mouth in a failed attempt to cover your loud gasp. Embarrassed that you had made quite the noise, you shrunk in your seat and laughed it off, hoping your fellow peers would buy it and turn their attention back to what they were doing before. ,

...because he himself, 

Peter Parker...

was Queen’s very own neighborhood Spider-Man?

At first thought the idea of nerdy, socially awkward Peter Parker as the spandex hero almost made you laugh out loud, but thinking about it again now, it made perfect sense. 

Suddenly, everything clicked:

...why he had decided to avoid you after the conversation at Ned’s house

...why he had tried to avoid you this week

...the numerous times in the past he had skipped your Friday movie nights that you, him, and Ned would enjoy after a long week of school

...why he had seemed to gain quite the athletic form recently.

...why he specifically avoided the topic of Spider-Man

and now, you had been assigned yourself a new mission:

To confirm the identity of the web-slinging hero, Spider-Man, as your friend, Peter Parker.

Feeling energized with a the sense of discovery and epiphany, you could hardly wait until class was over. And when the school bell once again signaled the end of the school day, you dashed out of the classroom and walked out towards the front grounds of the school. You had a plan. And one that involved with you spying on Peter. 

If he wasn’t going to tell you, you might as well take the initiative to figure it out yourself. Besides, you were getting tired of Peter treating you like Flash Thompson, the school bully who Peter always actively tried to avoid because of the taunts that he would often shout at him to ridicule Peter whenever saw him. 

That’s right, you, Y/N, are on an investigation to identify the face behind the mask of the web-slinging hero. 

Instead of waiting by your usual spot to wait for Ned and Peter, you had decided to hang out in a secluded shady spot underneath a tree where Ned and Peter were most unlikely to spot you. 

Waiting in the shade, you noticed Peter and Ned looking for you, but after a while of looking, they gave up and went their separate ways. But what caught your attention was the fact that Peter walked away from the school in the direction completely opposite of the neighborhood he, you, and Ned lived in. Instead, it seemed like he was heading straight towards an alley. Tailing him loosely, trying hard not to get noticed by him, you followed him into the alleyway. And what you saw, only seemed to confirm your earlier suspicions.

You cautiously approached the-person-who-must-be-Peter in his Spider-Man suit standing with his back facing you in the alley, but despite your best attempt at not getting discovered, he whipped around, recognized you, and jumped backwards. His spider eyes of his suit seemed to dilate and you could only guess it was out of surprise.

“Soooooo...Parker...you have some explaining to do...” 

But before he managed to modify his voice....it was too late and in a timid and surprised voice he exclaimed, “Y/N?!?” 

He tried to cover it up...he really did...but he tried...and failed...miserably.

“I mean...u-uh w-w-who’s Parker? I don’t k-k-know him...a-anyways hey, whattcha doin’ here?” he said, but this time, in a newly modified voice an octave lower than his normal one. 

His stuttering only grew worse and you grinned, knowing that his cheeks would be flaming underneath his mask. His best effort to fool you failed miserably, and you shook your head, responded with a slight giggle, and gave him a look. 

You laughed...“Please don’t do this, Pete.” 

However, despite his failure in the beginning, he seemed adamant on keeping his act up.

“Okay, if you are so convinced I’m Parker, then you can prove it to me” he stated in a gruff voice, this time, with new-found surge of confidence that you were 99% sure that only came with the Spider-Man suit. He was still hoping and trying to mislead you. But you wouldn’t be deterred. You knew it was him under the mask, but for some reason, he was still trying his absolute best to throw you off your little investigation. 

You confidently strode up to him and to be honest, you think you surprised him with your confidence because he seemed rather taken aback by your actions, judging by his almost-comically dilated Spider-Man eyes. You smirked. 

“You are Parker...Peter Parker because...

“number one...,” you counted off on your fingers, giving your favorite hero an award-winning smile, one that translated into that’s right, I’ve solved the mystery now, its game over... “...our height difference is the same.”

“number two...,” you continued to list off. “um, you sound like him, duh.” you stated flatly, at which he shook his head wildly against, which you found so amusing that you almost just burst out laughing right then and there. But reminding yourself that you were in the middle of your oh-so-serious interrogation, you managed to stifle your laughter.

“u-uhhhh, n-n-no I d-don’t...” Peter interjected, but instead of his gruff confident voice, his normal stutter voice slipped out. 

You raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

“andddddd…..” you continued...

“o-okay, okay, okay, okay,” the masked hero sputtered, but this time in his ordinary Peter Parker voice.

Sighing, he dropped his shoulders, and he turned away from you to check his surroundings, making sure that there weren’t any peeping eyes, to which indeed thankfully there were none, before finally lifting his mask up and off his face to reveal a brunette boy standing with his back towards you.

You held your breath, waiting for the big reveal that would confirm your suspicions.

surely you were right...right? 

Finally, after what felt like 10 minutes, but was only a few seconds, he finally turned around to meet your glance. 

“You caught me.” it was indeed no other than your best friend, Peter Parker, who turned around, grimaced, and raised his hands in surrender. 

You gave him a look that said really?

He just gave you a sheepish smile, rubbed the back of his head, and you swear that you could see a blush that had crept up his cheeks. 

Glad that you had managed to solve the mystery as you felt your investigation come to an end. But you still had one last thing you wanted to tell you friend. 

“Oh! And Peter?”

“Huh?”

”I meant what I said,

But Peter just stared at you with confusion written all over his face. 

”At Ned’s House...I meant what I said...you’re my favorite Avenger,” and with your reference at the words you had said “that one fateful night,” you gave Peter a wink and a wave, and walked out of the alleyway with an uncontrollable smile tugging at your lips and a new bounce in your step.

And once your words had sunk in, Peter Parker was left in the alleyway, once again, a sputtering mess, but this time his cheeks were a flaming crimson color...

...one that perfectly complimented his Spider-Man suit. 

Author Notes: Sorry this one took me a while to write...I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! :)

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Review Response, June 9-15, 2019

Once again, I wasn’t at home yesterday so this got delayed, and once again that 1 day delay doesn’t change anything whatsoever.

... And whatever the hell happened to the horizontal line breaks?! Now I’m just manually making those lines with - like a sucker...

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Destiny #006

1) Oh shit I finished the chapter so quickly it felt like it only lasted a couple minutes (though I know it’s a lot longer, I just got too eager). In any case, I was super excited to see White in this chap! I can’t wait to have her and Black interact, I absolutely love the way you write them (just like with Ruby and Sapphire kek). Speaking of Ruby and Sapphire: the jealousy from Sapphire’s side was on point! And I cannot wait for Sapphire’s reaction to Ruby’s answer. Btw nice sort of cliff hanger on that one. And tbh I have no idea what Ruby would say. I feel like he might say no because of Sapphire and the whole mega stone or keystone thing whatchamacallit, but again I’m not sure. Also, no? Blue answer your calls from Red? He’s worrying about you, love. All you need to do is answer and boom! On your way to happiness! Well. Sort of. I guess. Baby steps. But anyways, Dia’s (and Pearl’s no kidding) was adorable. And it made my little shipper heart happy, so kudos to you for that. And also I think it was great how you wrote Platinum as still polite yet attached; regal even when literally lying unconscious a couple minutes prior. It was so like her, and it still amazes me how on point you write these characters. Though admittedly Blue is not how she is in the manga (but that’s sort of the whole point, so like that’s what’s ideal). And so although you stay true to their personalities, it’s also great that you kept in mind how things would affect certain people and changes they way they behave in accordance to that. So kudos to you for that too. Also, definitely NOT going to be happy meeting Peter again in this story. I know it’s going to happen, but I can only hope that the guy spying on Blue (whom I assume is Peter) will not do anything to her, and if so isn’t revealed as Peter. Simply because I just don’t want to put up with his douchebaggery. Oof my reviews are long, but I get so caught up in it that I can’t help myself. Thank you again.

I do like writing with Black and White. But unfortunately, they are just 2 of MANY Dex Holders, so they won’t be getting as much focus as you’d like, especially since they’re particularly high on my Preference List. Damn. That said, when there’s one, there’s always the other with these two. Inseparable!

Indeed. All Blue has to do is answer Red’s call and everything becomes just fine. Another parallel to Legacy, if you will. In Destiny, Blue ignored the calls out of her fears and thus sh*t happens. In Legacy, Blue answered the call, and thus she was able to attain true happiness! But Destiny is the “mid-point” between SA and Legacy. The “mid-point” of the pairing shift. Blue’s progression towards Red has to be a gradual one.

Oh, Platinum. She must always retain her elegance, even if she had just gotten absolutely stomped a minute prior. That’s what makes her... her, you know?

Blue’s character traits of melancholy and depression (when alone) is mostly canon, but her steps towards rampancy is a... personality extrapolation given the canon. If she was to be pushed a certain way, how would she react? That kind of thing.

I’m loving your long reviews! But I do notice that it’s been a month since you started Destiny, and this is chapter 6. Out of 43. ... Hmm...

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Wings #001

1) Hello, hello! Right from the start, this story was surprising to see since I remembered that you said that you didn't like these sorts of high school AU things. I've only seen bits and pieces of this story being mentioned, but I didn't expect this sort of thing! The start was amusing; I found it funny how Y was paying attention to the way she looked, but by the end, I understand y now, and I feel sorry for the poor chap that ruined her reputation already.

Hey, you started on Wings! Yay!

Yep, I absolutely detest high school AU stories. But only because they’re all mostly the same thematically. Wings aims to avoid every single one of those common themes.

1) Self insert: I am not putting in “myself” with a disguise of the main character in a high school AU to “relive” high school but with my desired outcomes. No. Y in Wings is nothing like me. In fact, I’m basing Y’s aggression based on a web comic series I’ve seen years ago. And my high school “outcomes” were mostly identical to my desires anyways, so... meh.

2) Unpopular girl main character: My understanding of the main characters in “those high school AUs” is that the girls are always like timid and unpopular and gets bullied by the “pretty and popular” mean girls until the main character eventually triumphs once the “popular guy” falls in love and... blech. ... What do you think will happen in Wings if the “pretty and popular” mean girls were to bully Y? Yeah. Wings is nothing like those types of stories.

3) Romance: Y doesn’t give a f*ck about love in Wings. Some “cute popular” boy makes a move on her, she gives him the finger and then walks away. The end.

4) “(Name) is a normal girl attending high school and-”: ... Y is not normal. Yes, she wants a normal high school life, but literally right off the bat, I smashed that wish because Wings cannot be remotely similar to any of “those high school AUs”.

And on and on.

I’m glad you thought it was amusing! Wings is intended to be purely for fun. Especially later on as more shenanigans happens.

... But I’m curious that you’re leaving a GUEST review, instead of the signed one, currently with the ID of... er... ... keyboard mashing. Hmm...

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Wings #002

1) It's nice to see the Kalos group coming together! I still haven't finished reading the XY arc of the manga, but it's nice to see Y and Shauna's interactions. I like how you gave a brief insight to Shauna's life in her middle school years; getting bullied sucks, and it must have been hard for her if she prefers to be friends with someone who is viewed negatively and lowers her own reputation down, rather than increasing the chances of getting bullied again. Maybe I'm just overthinking this, but it's still nice! And for X...dang, I feel sorry for him...salt and pepper in his eyes and mouth? That was extreme. Overall, a pretty great chapter! It was amusing from the way X and Shauna unintentionally contributed to lowering Y's reputation in her classroom, and to watch Y beat up intimidating students was funny to imagine.

Yep. Y and Shauna will be one of those “BFFs”, but... not really like those. I have to retain Shauna’s canon personality, which is a bit... sarcastic? So she’ll have a more “cool” friendship with Y instead of those “omg hug” types or whatever. F*ck those.

Hmm... Shauna having a bad middle school experience is not really intentional, but it does make sense, if you think about it like that. But it could also be that Shauna just finds hanging out with Y to be amusing.

X getting salt and pepper poured into his face is LOOSELY based on what I went through in high school, where some prick randomly poured a packet’s worth of salt on my head (getting all that damn salt out of my hair took absolutely forever), and so I took revenge by emptying at least 30 packets of salt and pepper into a sheet of paper and then pouring all that into his hair the next day. So... poor me, poor that kid, and poor X. Hehe.

Oh, there will be more instances of Shauna inadvertently worsening Y’s reputation, with real and fake stories. But Y won’t really mind since it’ll already be too late. There’s no turning back with her reputation now.

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Wings #003

1) Like a bolt from the blue, it's time for a (ratherlatethanintended) review! I really missed the way you write and how you describe everything in detail. Really helps me visualize everything! I know that's the point of writing, but your writing style is effective since I tend to zone out whenever I read something too long. Plus, the way you have each chapter structured keeps things interesting. My interest in piqued with each passing chapter! I'm thoroughly enjoying this story so far.

Okay onto the chapter itself! I like how Grace is supportive of Y's choices even when her daughter's being really violent in school, though perhaps it's because Grace was a delinquent herself when she was younger? Maybe?

And the way X behaves and reacts whenever Y is around is both amusing and sad. Very traumatic for him I'm sure. I do hope that his and Y's relationship as friends improve as chapters go by.

Faitsu and Crystal finally appears so I'm happy about that! I hope more familiar faces appear soon! Speaking of which, I felt like the teacher at the end of chapter 1 could turn out to be someone we know, but I don't know if that's just me. (It's not at all possible due to your preferences, but I keep thinking it's Green, even though he's in the void of nonexistence.)

Getting decked in the face by a soccer ball...hah. What a way to meet your future teammate! ...assuming she ends up joining the soccer club that is.

Overall, a great chapter! I like how lively everyone is, even the nameless students!

Ehehe... thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying this deviation of a story of mine. After all, I’d never make another high school AU, ever, and this is the only one, so... it’s quite the deviant.

My thoughts on Grace is that she’s kind of a cool mother. ... Though I think that’s more... er... non XY arc. Hmm... Well, like mother like daughter... right?? Hehehe...

Oh, X and Y will be GOOD friends as time passes! Can’t have Y stressing out the poor boy, now can I? He will certainly prove to be a good supportive friend, though... not physically supporting (later on).

Faitsu and Crystal (and Black, technically) have appeared! More and more familiar faces will appear and be mentioned as time passes, of course. In fact, most everyone will be in Wings. Red, Blue, Gold, Crystal, Diamond, Pearl, Platinum, Black, White, Faitsu, X, Y, Sun, and Moon! ... Even Sword and Shield, if Wings lasts long enough. ... So... no, Green is not in Wings, since he has been banished into the void for eternity.

Yep. Decked in the face. And bloodshed. Real hard to get by ONE day without bloodshed, eh? Hehehe.

I look forward to seeing your review for the 4th chapter!

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Neighbors: *Chapter 2* (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Masterlist

Words: 3k (longest thing i’ve written so far lol yay)

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of burns and blisters (idk just in case) and a curse word (yay)

Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

a/n: ahhhh part two is here! i hope all you babes love it and i love this story! i’m in the mix of doing part two of STB (my loki fic) and a new story ;) but it won't be too long before i update again. plus i’m almost to 500 followers??? what??? I'm so grateful for all of you! anyway, i’ll stop rambling, i hope you enjoy!

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“That’d be nice.”

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You stood in the shower, not too hot and not too cold after your long training session with everyone today. They’d pushed you as far as you thought you could go and even farther. You let the water run down every inch of your body, with your hair flat and soaking on your neck. It dripped everywhere as you let your hands run through the tangles before washing it. You stood for a couple minutes just to breathe, replaying today’s session in your head.

You didn’t get to work with everyone today, as your body couldn’t handle it all in just one session. You started with Natasha, who was a great teacher but taught awfully fast. You were a quick learner but found that you needed to be faster. But you adapted quickly to her style, only to turn around and have Peter next. He was a whole different ball game. You thought he would go easier on you considering he is a kid, but he quickly made the point that just because he is a kid, doesn’t mean he’s any less of a threat to others.

You worked with five different Avengers today, back to back to back. You could barely stand up straight after your session with Sam Wilson when Tony said you could call it in for the day. You’d never felt more relieved and tired in your life. Sure, training was fun but it was a lot to take in. Tony walked back with you, saying you did great today and probably other stuff, but you were so tired, you zoned him out. You should probably stop doing that, but too late now.

You hadn’t yet trained with six others: Mr. Rogers, Wanda, Mr. Rhodes, Mr. Barton, Vision and your neighbor, Bucky. Tony said tomorrow was everyone’s full day off but you still needed to train so you’d have a small session on your own.

Before the session today though, you had asked Wanda about Bucky, although she didn’t get much time to say anything about him before you had to start the session.

Wanda did say some things like he didn’t open up much and had nightmares (but you already knew that) but she would explain later; whenever that was. You were so intrigued by this new person and you hadn’t even had a conversation with him yet. All you knew was that Bucky and Mr. Rogers go way back and he’s about as mysterious and complex as they get, according to Wanda.

Whatever that means, you thought to yourself.

 You turned off the water and grabbed a towel when stepping out of the shower, letting the cloth wrap around you while goosebumps covered your body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling exhausted and yet somehow, rejuvenated. Something about this place and these people made you feel welcome, even though you barely knew them.

You combed your hair, put on your bathrobe and walked into your room to find some clothes to put on for the rest of the day. You looked at the clock, realizing it was already 3:30 PM.

Wow, this day happened very quickly.

You had a little time to yourself, so you decided to go exploring. You still managed to get lost a lot in the facility, so a little looking around wouldn’t hurt. Hopefully.

Your body was already sore when putting on some black shorts and a long sleeve blue shirt with three buttons at the top. You found a bruise had already begun to form on your left thigh and your arms felt like noodles. Your entire body was like Jell-O, much too wobbly. You wanted to just lay in bed for a while, but decided against it and slipped out of your room to explore. You passed Mr. Barton and Natasha while walking down the hallway, towards what must be the living room maybe? You heard Mr. Barton mention something about two sons and daughter, but just waved hello and scurried down the hallway, not wanted to eavesdrop.

Because that worked out so well last time.

 You made it to the living room area with couches and a large TV to find Peter playing video games on the Xbox and probably not even noticing you’re there.

But of course, you forget that he has enhanced senses and says “Hi Y/N, need anything? Wanna join?” before you can take another step.

You jump a little at his question, as he asked it without even turning his head. You replied no politely and yet skittish, as you were still not used to the fact that basically nobody could sneak up on him. You made a mental note to never try unless maybe one day you found yourself both brave and sneaky enough to try and scare him.

“No thank you, Peter, I’m just looking around the facility.”

“That’s cool.”

He was so completely invested in his game, you wondered if he would react to anything you said. Why not mess with him a bit, he’s still a kid.

“Hey Peter, my hair is on fire.”

“I hope you enjoy that, sounds fun.”

“I broke my foot in the shower earlier.”

“Uh huh, maybe later.”

“Where’s the kitchen?”

“Oh, nothing much.”

You just shook your head and wandered off down a different hallway to see who you might come across next on your little adventure around the facility.

 Next, you passed Mr. Stark’s lab where he and Dr. Banner were heavily focused on their computers. You stopped to watch them work for a minute, as Dr. Banner’s moved intricately and yet quickly around the lab while Tony did the same, just not as gracefully.

You always found Mr. Stark to be pretty put together, but he turns out to be quite clumsy. He’s already run into Banner twice since you’ve been observing them work in the lab and as you began to walk away, Banner noticed and waved at you and you waved back as Tony looked over. He gave you a smirk and turned back to his work. You always wanted to work in a lab like one of those, even if it was just for a day to see what it was like. Just even to listen to Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner work together and hear them banter and pass ideas back and forth. They were always working, and they seemed to work well together. You slowed walked away not looking where you were going when you suddenly bumped into somebody and you immediately felt a hot burning liquid go down the front of your shirt and your arms as you looked up to see who you bumped into.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, are you alright?”

You stared up slightly at a scruffy and exhausted looking Bucky Barnes who was holding a now empty coffee mug in his hand that once held a scalding hot cup of coffee. Your face immediately turned red, but you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment, shock or pain.

Your stomach burned as the liquid had become sticky now and your shirt stuck to your stomach, growing cold but your skin burning.

Who drinks coffee at 4 in the afternoon?

“I do, but not anymore.”

You realized you said that out loud, but that wasn’t really a priority right now.

Bucky set down his coffee cup on the ground next to his feet and apologized again but you were still staring at his eyes; part of you couldn’t look away because of how different they looked than any other eyes you’d ever seen, and the other part was just angry at both of you because of how much pain you were in and you wanted him to know it.

“Well, this is pleasant,” you squeaked out, as Bucky stood there in front of you, neither quite sure what to do about what just happened.

“Let's go get you cleaned up,” he said groggily. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, with a short sleeve white t-shirt on and some joggers, with no socks or shoes.

You glued your arms to your side as you awkwardly walked next to him back towards the rooms and dining room, not sure what to say if anything at all.

 You sat at the dining table while Bucky grabbed some first aid supplies for you and some clothes. He came back with burn gel, gauze, and a pile of clothes for you to change into, now that yours were cold, wet and sticky. You thought at first he went into your room to get clothes, but then became rigid when you realized they were some of his own clothing.

“It’s okay if you keep them, I don’t wear those anymore. And once you change, come back out so we can wrap your arm,” Bucky said gently.

You looked down at your right foreman to notice that it was burned pretty badly.

How did that cup of coffee manage to do that? you wondered. It barely mattered now, but that coffee was pretty damn hot.

You walked into your room and shut the door quietly. You began to undress and when you lifted your shirt, your stomach was pink and was tender to the touch but definitely not burned as bad as your arm. You winced when you slid your shirt sleeve off but thankfully, Bucky’s shirt he gave you was bigger so the sleeve barely touched that part of your arm. He also gave you some black shorts to wear, which you had to tie because they were a bit loose. You left your clothes in a pile on the floor, too tired and in pain to move them anywhere else and you walked back out to the dining room.

You stopped at the end of the hallway to find Bucky dead asleep at the table, with the gauze in his hand and his face resting on his right arm, with a strand of hair laying on his face. He seemed so peaceful, so you decided to leave him be but stay at the table and not leave him alone.

There was no way you’d be able to wake him up, so you just let him sleep and you sat a couple chairs down. You did slip over to grab some other gauze pads, the burn gel, and some wrap-able gauze to clean up your arm.

You set the supplies in front of you and opened the burn gel and put some on your hand. You had stayed in the room a bit longer and let your arm run under cold water to relieve some pain. It helped a little, but this gel should make it feel better; hopefully. You looked at your skin, which was beginning to form small blisters but you knew better than to poke at them. You gently squeezed some burn gel into your hand and lightly rubbed it on your forearm, causing you to wince.

You went back and forth between looking at Bucky and your arm to make sure you were being careful with both. You quietly ripped open the gauze package and placed the sterile pad on your burn and began to wrap your arm. Once you finished, you scurried over to the trash can and threw away your trash, with your arm already feeling better.

You sat back down, but this time when you looked at Bucky, it was the same face he’d been making the first time you saw him in bed. Right before he had a nightmare.

You had nightmares a lot as a kid, but not as many now. You knew how to calm yourself down after one, but had never been around another person when they were having one.

Bucky made a small grunting noise in his sleep and jerked a bit with a look of discomfort on his face. He dropped this gauze pad on the floor and jerked again. He began to thrash and make noises, and you could begin to make out words.

Some were in English, others in a language you didn’t recognize; maybe German or Dutch? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t a priority right now.

You stood up to move closer to him but not too quickly. He had stopped speaking and was thrashing less violently for you to get close enough to touch him but far enough to jump back if he became violent again. You looked at the discomfort on his face and wish you could wake him and relieve him of his pain. You also wanted to know what was causing him to do this, to learn more about him.

But your thoughts were cut off by his eyes snapping open and a scream piercing the air around you.

He sat up straight like aboard and began to look around, not understanding his surroundings yet. He was scared and defensive, but you went into action, bending down in front of him. He looked at you with wide and wild eyes, but you looked back at him with gentle ones.

You were not afraid of the man before you. You only wanted to help him. Understand who he was. You were drawn to him. You grabbed his hands, one warm and the other ice cold.

“No no no no where is he? WHERE IS HE?” Bucky screamed, still frantically looking around.

You quietly shushed him and tried to calm his nerves.

“Nobody is here for you. It’s just me. You’re okay, nobody is here to hurt you. It’s just me.”

“No he’s here, I know it!”

“No Bucky, it’s just me. Nobody else.”

He looked at you and his eyes began to settle just a bit as he realized you two were alone. He dropped down to your level on the floor and let go of your hands to put them on his head. You sat and waited for him to do what he needed to do, and he’s breathing finally returned back to normal after a few minutes. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail and had beads of sweat on his forehead.

You weren’t sure what to say, so you sat in silence for a while. You felt horrible. You should’ve woken him earlier, to relieve him of those visions. You couldn’t help but wonder who he was dreaming or thinking about. Before you could even think about it, you blurted it out.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your lap as Bucky rose his eyes to look at you in confusion.

“Why are you apologizing?” Bucky asked.

“I should’ve woken you when the nightmare started. I know what it’s like.”

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t have wanted you to. I could’ve hurt you.”

“I’d be fine.” You looked up at him and he was leaned back on his chair he sat in before with his feet crossed and elbows on his knees. You sat about two feet away from him and you felt guilty.

“You have nothing to feel guilty about whatsoever. I’ve never had someone be there right when I wake up so usually, I have to calm myself down. It doesn’t always work. But you… seem to be experienced. You said you know what it’s like?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately.”

You sat in silence for a good minute when Bucky spoke up again.

“Thank you.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that, that’s for sure. You lifted your head up to see his face, his cheeks a bit pink.

“For what?” you asked out of curiousity. 

“Calming me down. Only a few others can do it but never that fast. How’d you know what to do?”

You looked at him and pulled your knees to your chest.

“Like I said, I have experience.”

He smirked at you and looked down at his lap. You blushed fiercely and squeeze your knees together.

“Have you hurt people before who tried to wake you up?”

“Just ask Steve, he’s had a couples punches and kicks before trying to wake me up. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.”

“Well thank you. I don’t know about you but I always liked to be cuddled after nightmares.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re my neighbor then.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I’ll have a cuddle buddy when the dreams get bad.” Bucky looked at you sideways after he said this as your eyes grew wide.

He chuckled, “I’m just kidding, doll. But I do like talking to you.”

You laugh softly, and replied, “You’re not half bad yourself.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, we just met so maybe things could change.”

“For better or worse?” He stared at you, curious about your answer with a hint of flirting in there, not that you noticed.

You looked at him dead in the eye with a new found confidence and said, “That’s up to you, Barnes.”

He laughed and you smiled too, loving the sound of his laugh.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking..”

“Yes?” Bucky asked.

You took a pause and then took a chance.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“Oh, uh-“

“You don’t have to tell, I knew it wasn’t a great question to ask and I’m sor-“

“Woah, Woah Y/N slow down. It’s okay. You seem like a pretty trustworthy person. But some stuff I keep to myself. Let’s just say it was old memories coming back to haunt me, but I’m okay.”

“Okay.”

You felt a bit embarrassed but Bucky got up and offered you a hand to pull you up as well. Once you stood up, Bucky yawned and noticed that your arm had been wrapped.

“Better than what I would’ve done.”

“Ya know, you’re pretty clumsy Barnes.”

“Oh look who’s talking.”

“Shut up.”

He scoffed at your remark and you both walked back to your rooms, not even realizing you were still wearing his clothes with the scent of vanilla on them.

 Little did either of you know that Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers had seen the whole encounter as well, both of them curious as to how this new friendship would blossom.

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[peekaboo-parker]

Tomboy in a Dress- Peter Parker x Reader

Requested By: No one Summary: Are you really the confident tomboy that everybody thinks you are? Peter and Ned are the lucky ones to find out another aspect of you. Warnings: Mild Language (possibly the editing) Author’s Note: This is my entry for @parkerscupcake‘s writing challenge! Yay, this is my first ever entry in a challenge.  This’ll be an entry for the Best Comedic and Best Fluff!!! Hope you enjoy it!!!

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‘How?’ - Was the question. How was it, that you played football with the guys every single day? How was it, that you’d come to school the next day with bruises, scratches, marks on your delicate skin? How was it, that you either skateboarded to school or rollerbladed? How was it, that you could so rebelliously, ‘accidentally’ turn on the fire alarm and cause the shower heads in the school to go crazy? 

How was it, that you did all this with a dress?

Peter was intrigued by you. He was fascinated by you. No girl ever wore a dress to school - rarely even did they wear a skirt. Even the girliest of girls didn’t wear a dress, but you did. The most rough girl in the school did. And quite frankly, you absolutely knocked people out with the look. Including Peter Parker. Your dresses would sit well in all the right parts of your body, exposing your all your curves and all your edges.

Despite being known for your rough and rebellious personality, Peter had observed that you would mingle with people as if it was the easiest thing to do in the world. Your ability to socialise with all sorts of different cliques around the school was beyond the boy. You were kind to those who needed a friend and you were necessarily a bitch to those who deserved it. There was the occasional time where you had saved Peter’s and Ned’s skin from humiliation. From then on Peter found a liking to…

“You’re staring again,” Ned muttered into the chicken he had lifted to his mouth.

“Hm?” Peter leaned his head onto his hand which was stabilised by his elbow on the cafeteria table. His eyes held contentment; it showed through the way his eyelids seemed to hover halfway.

“Dude,” He muttered again, this time through gritted teeth, nudging his friend, to snap him out of his dreamy trance. “You’ll get caught.”

“Yeah? So what if I do?” Peter chuckled cockily, puffing his chest out.

You sat two tables away from the two friends with a small group of jocks. Peter was admiring your toothy grin when someone had made a joke. He absolutely loved the way your head would roll back when you’d just let out your loud laugh for everyone to hear. Everything just seemed to move in slow motion whenever he’d look at you from a distance.

He watched with dreamy brown eyes as you flicked a loose strand of your H/C hair. It fell gracefully behind your exposed ear as your head began to turn into his direction.

Your enchanting, yet mischievous eyes settled on his own and your full lips began to curl at the ends, sending him the sweetest smile.

The boy exhaled an exasperated breath, turning away from you immediately, his attention right on the tray of food. His sudden cocky expression completely wiped off of his face as his chest heaved up at down with short breaths and a pounding heart.

Ned turned to his friend, wiping a bit of grease from the chicken off his mouth with the back of his hand. “I told you.”

“Well,” Afraid of admitting defeat and letting his friend be right in the instance, Peter straightened himself up, taking in a deep breath. Even Peter just wanted to prove to himself that he was not caught staring at you. His sweaty palms slid down along his jean covered thighs and smiled at Ned confidently. “I-It wasn’t that bad! You know, sh-she was probably looking at someone el—“

“Hey guys.”

Both the boys’ heads snapped to the voice’s direction. You stood beside their table, your usual toothy grin plastered on your face.

Peter’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped upon seeing you so close to him. Even Ned seemed stunned that you were with them, his mouth wide open as were his eyes.

None of them said anything or did anything, so you pushed aside the awkward aura and lifted up a strap of one of your dress, hooking your thumb underneath. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Uhh… y-you…”

“N-No, we don’t mind!” The corner of Ned’s smile twitched as he tried not to lose his own cool, his elbow jutting out to nudge Peter again. “Right Peter?”

“R-Right!” As you began to lower, not even caring to swipe your dress up your thighs before sitting down, Peter quickly shared a look with Ned. His eyebrows flew far up his forehead with panic as he whispered through gritted teeth, trying not to make anything too suspicious through your perspective. “She totally caught me!”

You cleared your throat, turning the boys’ attention back to you. Their gazed shifted to each other a moment before returning to you. You were sitting right on the opposite side of Peter and he uncomfortably shuffled around in his seat, but definitely didn’t want you to leave. “Can I just say what I want to say?” You asked, whilst your fingers knitted together and you placed them on top of the table like an adult in an interview.

“Umm… sure,” Peter answered. You seemed a little off than before and that sent a shiver down his spine.

“I know you keep looking at me, Peter…” Your head tilted so cutely to the side as your features held a stern gaze.

The said boy didn’t even know how to react. Was he really that obvious? Was he supposed to answer you? Was he supposed to come up with an excuse? Was he supposed to—

“H-Have you noticed a-anything about me? What the hell, did I just stutter? I-I’m sorry- oh crap I did it again.”

His eyes widened further, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing and what his ears were hearing. You were totally flustered - but - you couldn’t be. You were Y/N; a fearless girl who didn’t care about how people thought of her, a girl who didn’t care about how she was treated, a girl who was a tomboy.

“I-I umm… I haven’t -I mean-“ Peter paused for a moment as your eyes searched his own for an answer. You looked so vulnerable and helpless at that moment, regardless of your previous calm and stern expression. He just wanted to comfort you and cuddle you and tell you everything’s okay. “I-I have noticed things. W-well, like anyone else w-would’ve noticed things, right?”

You laughed nervously, leaning back the slightest with the action, “R-Right. B-But that’s not really the -um- the answer I was looking for.” You flicked you hair behind your ear again, except this time around it didn’t fall neatly behind your ear. It refused to even stay there as you physically had to push it back there firmly.

In spite of your self-conscious actions to merely push a strand of hair behind your ear, in Peter’s perspective you moved so angelically and your bruise-covered knuckles never looked so heavenly.

“I-It’s not?” He yet again shared a look with Ned, worried he was going to get in trouble. He knew you weren’t afraid to throw a pretty decent punch on school grounds.

“It’s not. I-I -shit- I wanted to know whether you noticed that I’ve been…” You paused upon noticing your clasped hands begin to tremble on the table. Even your leg bounced up and down in a distraught manner. Then you felt so hot and so embarrassed. You allowed your eyes to close and you ducked your head, “I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

“Umm…”

Ned pursed his lips, before grazing his eyes over both you and Peter with confused expressions, “You wouldn’t mind if we asked, what haven’t you done before?”

Your ears perked up once you’d processed the whole question. You looked up at the two boys, but kept your full attention on Peter. His eyes were so big with curiosity, it made your strong heart become a gymnast. You were feeling excited, but just as equal as feeling so darn afraid. The heat rushed to your cheeks as one of Peter’s curls lazily tipped down and gently grazed the top of his forehead.

You rubbed your palms against each other aiming to get rid of the sweat. “I-I’ve never confessed before.”

“Confess-?!” Peter cut himself off, slapping his hand over his mouth and his own blush infiltrated his cheeks. His heart was going crazy, his mind spinning with thoughts and sheer disbelief. Both you and Ned looked at the flush faced boy. A smug grin had broken onto Ned’s face, as he cheered on his friend. He couldn’t wait to tease him about you and him later in the day. “I-I don’t know what to… say.”

You hurriedly shook your head, your eyes tightly shut, “It’s okay! You don’t have to… just…” You sucked in an enormous breath through your nose, as you began to stand up. Making sure one of your hands remained against the top of the table, you could’ve sworn you could’ve fainted at that moment.

The boys’ heads followed your every movement as you moved around the corner of the table. Darn, she’s leaving… OH wait!

Suddenly your arm extended, reaching out and your hand grabbed the front of Peter’s well-known blue sweater, pulling him up to you. Your lips crashed together, feeling like an explosion. Just as fast as you had grabbed his collar, the kiss ended. You pushed him away as you stepped back with exasperation.

Ned had an open-mouthed grin on his face, so proud of his friend. He couldn’t believe that the tomboy in a dress had just kissed him.

You shared a look with Peter, before turning and running out of the cafeteria in a flash (no pun intended). He just watched, frozen from the moment. This was definitely a dream. Wasn’t it? Right? But his lips burned, craving for the feeling of your lips on his again.

“Ned. Pinch me.”

His friend gladly did, taking the opportunity to pinch him as hard as possible. He grabbed Peter’s skin between his thumb and forefinger and pressed down.

He flinched immediately and clutched the spot tightly as to get rid of the small stingy pain, “Ow!” Sudden realisation hit him like one of your badass punches. It really happened. You kissed him. You kissed him. This wasn’t a dream. Peter’s eyes broadened and he unexpectedly shot his hand out to Ned, grabbing his best friend’s arm.

Like an exhale of breath Peter mumbled, “Shit.”

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[scottsumrners]

now that the new spidey movie is out... what was the plot of YOUR MCU spider-man?

hm. good question. the important first thing to know is that it was a bit like the comics, but not really, but definitely not like the current mcu (or the mcu at the time when i wrote it; this was a plot i made for a rewriting back when the mcu was still on phase 2, and then for a RP that never went anywhere, and also some fics i started and never finished).

basically: spidey is also introduced into the story on civil war, except: 1. civil war is not a captain america movie; 2. civil war is not about bucky or...whatever the movie civil war was about. it's about the growing dangers of super powered individuals running loose, after the inhuman terrigens were introduced into the water supplies (as seen in agents of shield), which caused a bunch of people to turn out to be inhumans. also the super-powered freaks running around new york.

re:mcu!spidey is not a teenager. he was a teen hero in the 90s (*bojack intro voice* back in the 90s, i was a super-powered teenage hero...), but then gwen stacy died (#fridged) and he decided to retire. he went on to found parker industries (i know not a lot of people like the parker industries plotline, but also nobody likes One More Day, and they still chose to do it anyway in No Way Home), marries MJ, has a kid, the whole deal. peter is blackmailed by tony into joining his side in the civil war, but at the end of the movie he switches sides to cap's side. he doesn't reveal his identity though.

civil war, for peter, leads to........homecoming! except the name homecoming refers to the fact that peter decides to come out of his retirement and go back to being a hero, which "feels like coming home" to him, which is a title that makes more sense than the mcu ever will. peter does his thing, but by the end of the movie he...........dies. or does he? yeah, he dies.

BUT his mantle is picked on by, you guessed it, miles. similar to how it happens in itsv i guess. anyway. it leads to: ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN, the tv show. the first season/first half of it deals with miles trying to step into peter's shoes, build his own rogue's gallery, maybe even revisit some of peter's old foes (a kind of 'where are they now?' vibe). eventually the second half/second season will deal with...peter. back from the dead. except he is a teenager again! and also there is another peter, who's a little more fucked up than him. and also a teenage gwen stacy?? yes, babey: the clone saga, feat miles!

turned out that one of gwen's old classmates was obsessed with her, and after she died, he spent two decades trying to bring her back from the dead. but instead of just doing a deal with the devil like the average marvel idiot, and also because he is a huge freak, he decides to clone her ("you have the technology to modify dna and you're using it to clone a girl who wasn't even into you? you could cure cancer!" "but i don't WANT to cure cancer, i want to clone a girl i was obsessed with in high school.") the problem was that the only dna sample he acquired from gwen was also mixed up with peter's, so he ended up having to separate it, which resulted in several failed peter clones, one that kinda works (let's call him...kaine), and one that actually worked (the first peter), and gwen. also bc her dna was mixed with peter's, she got some of his spider-powers. yay convenience!

after the jackal is deal with, kaine decides to take off to deal with the fact that he'll probably die soon since he's unstable (as a clone and as a person). peter, realizing that he can't be "peter" anymore bc peter is dead, takes on the name of ben reilly, and like any gay boy going through it all, bleaches his hair. gwen sticks around, too, and they become kind of a spider-gang.

and that would eventually lead to an actual spider-verse movie with the guys who eat spider-tokens and cindy moon and what have you.

[regisumbra]

C/P HELPFUL GUIDE FOR WRITERS:

HOW TO PUT YOUR THOUGHTS INTO WORDS: THREE PROVEN STRATEGIES

Has it happened to you, too? In your mind, you’ve composed your next article. Perhaps while walking your dog or on your commute. You feel excited, because you know exactly what you want to write, and you think your readers will love it. Yay! Brimming with enthusiasm, you arrive home. But it’s your turn to cook, and when, after dinner, you finally sit down to write… You can’t put your thoughts into words anymore.Where have your words gone? You had such a bright idea, but now you feel lost.How did that happen? Was your idea rubbish? Where did it go?

Writing isn’t like assembling a flat-pack bookcase. A flat-pack comes with instructions on how to turn a collection of parts into a bookcase. While it may seem like chaos at first, the outcome is pretty certain—as long as you follow the instructions step-by-step. But writing? Not only do you need to collect the “parts” yourself, you also have to find your own method of assembling those parts into a shiny piece of content. And what’s more, creativity means stepping into the unknown: The outcome may be a little uncertain or completely shrouded in mist. Writing is laborious: 1. Writing is thinking; and thinking is tough. 2. Writing is communication; and communication with clarity is hard work. 3. Writing is a creative process; and creativity seems a fickle beast. Many writing coaches may advise you to follow a specific process—as if an IKEA method for writing exists. But what might work for your writing coach, might not work for you and me. We’re all different. So how can you get rid of writing frustrations? And how can you turn yourself into a productive writer? How can you put fleeting thoughts into solid writing? Well, it depends. Are you a carpenter, a knitter, or a free spirit? Shall I explain? 1. The Carpenter’s Method: Like many writing coaches, Jack Hart recommends the Carpenter’s Method in his book A Writer’s Coach. He quotes one of his workshop participants: ”Years ago I used to futz with every sentence, but then an editor told me something that really made sense. He said that when a carpenter builds a piece of furniture he doesn’t first make one side, perfect that, and then construct another side and perfect that. He must build an entire frame and then go back and put the finishing touches on each section. Even when I am on a deadline, I think of what I write first as an imperfect frame that will be improved later.” This is probably the easiest way to produce content relatively fast: 1. Choose an idea. 2. Outline your post. 3. Write a rough draft. 4. Revise your content. 5. Edit sentence-by-sentence. Steven Pressfield applies this same method when writing fiction. He calls it the “clothesline method”. On his clothesline, he hangs a series of scenes and sequences to decide what’ll happen in his book. Some people find this process too structured; they’re afraid it might kill their creativity. But an outline is not a straitjacket. Your outline might be a short list of questions you want to answer, a list of steps your readers must take to solve a problem, or a detailed list of arguments why readers should hire you. As a writer, you’re in charge. You can make your outline as detailed or brief as you like. You can follow it meticulously or remain open for new ideas. It’s often a matter of personal preference and how familiar you are with the piece of content you want to write. For instance, when writing sales copy, I plan meticulously. But for tutorial-style articles (like this one) I’m more open for fresh ideas and my outlines are brief. For a book, I outline what goes in each chapter, but I might write the chapters themselves more loosely. 2.  Freewriting: With freewriting, you start writing without quite knowing where your content will end up. You write as fast as possible to uncover new ideas. The process usually works as follows: 1. Write down your ideas as fast as possible. 2. Find the essence of your content. 3. Revise your content to build on your key idea. 4. Edit sentence-by-sentence. In his book Accidental Genius, Mark Levy recommends freewriting as a method to boost creativity: ”[Freewriting] pushes the brain to think longer, deeper, and more unconventionally than it normally would. By giving yourself a handful of liberating freewriting rules to follow, you back your mind into a corner where it can’t help but come up with new thoughts. You could call freewriting a form of forced creativity.” And in his book Writing Without Teachers, Peter Elbow recommends freewriting as a way to overcome writer’s block: ”Practiced regularly, [freewriting] undoes the ingrained habit of editing at the same time you are trying to produce. It will make writing less blocked because worse will come more easily. You will use up more paper, but chew up fewer pencils.” As Elbow suggested, freewriting also helps discover your voice and write with more energy: ”In your natural way of producing words there is a sound, a texture, a rhythm—a voice—which is the main source of power in your writing. I don’t know how it works, but this voice is the force that will make a reader listen to you, the energy that drives the meaning through his thick skull.” I use freewriting when writing more personal posts. I often have an inkling of what I want to write about, but the post often turns out completely different from what I had in mind. 3.  The Knitter’s Method: While the carpenter works from the big framework towards the nitty-gritty, the free spirit just starts and sees where her piece of content will end up. The free spirit often does a lot of revising to create focus and flow. Both carpenters and free spirits tend to leave editing last. They first get the content right before polishing each word. The knitter is different. He makes each part of the content perfect before moving on. As Mark McGuinness writes: "One of the sacred cows of the creative thinking industry is that we should operate idea generation, execution, and evaluation, so that they don’t interfere with each other. But my experience as a writer and coach suggests that this isn’t how many creative professionals work. When I’m writing, I’m reading, evaluating, and tweaking as I go. I’ll write a few sentences then pause and go back to read them through. Sometimes it’s immediately obvious I haven’t quite captured the thought or image, so I’ll make a few changes before I go on. If I get stuck, I’ll stop and read through the whole piece, trying to pick up the thread of inspiration where I lost it. Once I see where I got tangled up, it’s a relief to untangle it and get going again.” Experienced writers may thrive on the Knitting Method. But for beginning writers the risk is spending a lot of time knitting perfect paragraphs that may later need to be cut. The process may feel more organic and creative, but can take longer, too. When I feel stuck writing, I might turn to knitting. Instead of finishing a first draft, I polish what I’ve already written. While editing, I might get an idea on how to write the remaining parts. So what’s the best way to write? No perfect writing strategy exists. And most of us mix strategies depending on what we write, how the writing goes, and perhaps even depending on our mood. Sometimes you may find yourself mixing all methods for writing one piece of content. What’s important is to pay attention to what works for you. When do you get in a flow? What triggered this flow? Can you repeat it next time? Writing requires both planning and an open mind. ”There is a fine line between good planning and over-planning. You never want the planning to inhibit the natural evolution of your work.” - Twyla Tharp (The Creative Habit) We all need a process to keep producing and to pull us through when we feel stuck. But we also need room for surprise. When we’re open-minded, we discover unexpected nuggets of wisdom, fresh ideas, stories, or metaphors. So find your own balance between planning and openness. Because that’s how you find your flow, quieten your inner critic, and discover the joy of writing.

source: https://www.enchantingmarketing.com/writing-strategies/

[marvel-ous-superwholock-trash]

Journal

Pairing: PeterPanXReader

(Not my Gif)

I've been on this island longer than I can remember. The life I once lived before coming to Neverland a long forgotten memory, as is the reason I wished to escape. I guess that is what happens when you've been here as long as I have. I do remember that in the beginning I lived across the island from the Lost boys, but now I live just outside the camp. I just can't remember why I left my treehouse on the other side. I know that it took several decades before I began to trust the boys, always remaining wary of Peter. It wasn't until the last century that I finally let my guard down around him but I still remember how much of a vicious monster he can be. I started writing in journals about a century before I joined them, it was as soon as I realized my memory of my old life and the beginning of my new life was fading.

It was dark and I was sitting on a log at the edge of the camp, writing about the boys antics, messing with mermaid earlier in the day and how much Peter irritated me.

“(Y/N),” one of the boys, Rufus caught my attention, he had three younger boys behind him “can you tell us a bedtime story?” Smiling I closed my journal.

“What about?” I asked sweetly. Ever since the boys allowed me to be apart of their group, the younger boys had seen me as a mother figure in their life.

“One with a princess”

“And a knight”

“A love story!”

“Ew Rufus, (Y/N) tell an adventure story”

Laughing I thought of a story that came to me in a dream and have been adding to in my spare time. “I have the perfect story in mind, but it's a little different from the ones I've told before”

“Yay!”

“Hey guys, (Y/N)'s​ going to tell a story” a boy called Dreyar told the other boys who dropped what they were doing and ran over.

“Is it a fairy tale?”

“Does a princess fall in love with a prince?” The usual questions were asked.

“Make it a good one” Peter's voice came from behind me startling me.

“Seriously Peter, don't do that to me” I said whipping my head around to face him “you nearly scared me to death.”

“Now we can't have that” Peter leaned up against a tree smirking his oh so attractive smirk. Rolling my eyes I turned back to the other boys.

“The story starts off with a princess” I looked at Xander who was the one who requested the princess. “What shall we call her?”

“Melinda” the youngest boy, Josh called out causing me to chuckle at him.

“Okay. Princess Melinda was born unlike any other girl her age, or stature. From a young age she craved adventure and excitement. She watched the knights practice during the day and at night she would try what she saw. And she was good, good at wielding a sword, good at firing and aiming a bow, she also practiced​ fighting without a weapon and that was hard without a real opponent. But she was a girl and she was not supposed to go near the weapons. When Melinda came of age at 16, knights and prince's from all over came to meet her. They were only interested in her, because she was the heir to the throne, but there was one man who caught her eye, a knight. What should his name be?”

“Adam” Xander said.

“Okay. Adam had been all over the world twice. Had more adventures than Melinda could think up. When she asked him to take her on an adventure, he scoffed at the thought. 'a woman partaking in a dangerous affair such as exploring the world, I've never heard​ of such an outrageous thing’ he told her. But her dreams would not be so easily crushed. In the dead of night she stole a sword, a bow and a quiver full of arrows from the armory and packed a few things she believed were essential-food, money, maps, a change of clothes- and left the castle, not even looking back. But that's not the end of the story. I do believe Rufus here wanted romance and the Knight Adam was anything but romantic.” I smiled at the boy “if you don't wish to hear about how the princess found love this is your chance to escape” I allowed an out but the only one to move was Peter who sat on the log next to me.

“No? Well I'll continue then. She traveled as far west as she could before the ocean got in her way, facing many challenges even then she wasn't discouraged. She paid a ship captain for safe passage to a far off country. As she traveled through the forest of the new land, she came across a boy who was about the same age as her and he was surrounded by three ogre's. As a child she had read about them and knew to stab them in the eye. Taking her bow off her back and an arrow from her quiver, she lined up the shot” I made gestures as if I had a real bow and arrow.

“She hit the biggest ogre in the left eye he hit the ground with a loud thud. As she reached for another arrow, the boy turned to look at her in surprise. As an ogre went to swipe at the boy, he jumped back and Melinda hit the ogre in the right eye and he went down like the first. The boy found his sword that once lay forgotten on the ground, he threw it impaling the final ogre in-between the eyes. As he retrieved​ his sword from the ogre skull she walked closer.

'I had that. I didn't need any help’ he told her crossing his arms with a small, amused smile dance on his lips.

‘That's not​ what it looked like to me’ she replied smirking 'names Melinda’

Fully taking her in, he told her​ his name. What is his name?”

“Jason" Rufus shouted.

'Jason’s the name’ he said smugly. Together they walked to a nearby town, along the way they found out they were both seeking a grand adventure. She found out that he loved to defy the odds. He learned she wanted to do things and see things that she was always told was improper. After learning they were both headed the same way, they decided to travel together for a short while. That short while turned into a year, which in turn turned into 3 and after that they were inseparable. After many years of traveling together and almost losing the other several times and Jason pestering Melinda through all of it, they fell in love. She was 23 when he asked her to marry him and she did. They continued​ their adventures till they found themselves back at her home country at age 30 and they decided that the next adventure they wanted​ to have together was to have kids. It took her parents a long time to forgive her for running away. But in the end, they were just glad she had found happiness. Melinda and Jason ended up having 1 girl and 5 boys. I’ll tell you their daughter's story another night, but for it's off to bed for you” I said to the boys pointing at the full moon directly above up in the center of the sky. There were a few aw man's, a ton of yawns, and a couple of lazy okay/m’kay’s as the boys got up and walk to their sleeping areas some boys climbed into trees while the younger/smaller boys made a cuddle pile by the fire. Grabbing my journal, I stood and began walking to the path that led to my treehouse.

“(Y/N) wait up. I'll walk with you” Peter called jogging over to me.

“M’kay Peter” I yawned his name. The further we walked the heavier my eyelids grew. Once we finally reached the stairs that wound it's way up to my treehouse, I tripped over the first step only for Peter catch me and pick me up. I loosely wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest as he ascended the stairs. When he set me on the bed inside, my arms tightened around him refusing to give up the warmth. Carefully​ he unwrapped my arms from his neck. When I was an inch away from sleep I felt the slight pressure of his lips on my forehead.

3rd Person's POV

As Peter descended the stairs he saw something at the bottom. A book with a leather bound cover. (Y/N)'s​ journal. Peter being Peter, he opened it and inside he saw the story from that night, along with a different one, one based off her dreams, but they weren’t dreams at all merely forgotten memories. From what Peter could tell the first part was her life before coming to Neverland and the first time they met and what life for her was like for her on the island in the beginning and the second part was about how she found a home on the island, with the boys, but most of all with him. It was about how she had fallen for the boy who never wanted to grow up. It was about how she was afraid, not of him although anyone other than her would be, but her fear of him rejecting her feelings and losing her home. Peter hadn’t realized he had been crying till a tear fell on the page he was reading. He wiped it away before closing the journal. Taking it with him, he ran back up the stairs, but when he was about to open the door he decided against it, not wanting to wake her. Instead he left the journal by the door, taking a look at her sleeping form through the window. He turned around going back to the boys to check on them. That night was the first time he truly thought about his feelings towards the young girl. He had seen Lost Boys come and go and knew he always would but she was the one constant he wanted in his life. He loved messing with (Y/N) and the way she would pout and hated when she’d give him the silent treatment till he apologized. He loved watching her take care of the boys and the way she’d laugh at their antics. He loved the smile on her face as she told her stories just as much as he loved listening to her tell them. That night he realized he would never be the same if she left him, he needed her, he wanted her, he loved her.

Might do a part two. Should I?

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Wedding Date: Part 3

Pairings: Stripper!Chris Pratt x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, asshole family members, angst and fluff

Word Count: 4,793

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87​

Part 1 / Part 2

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“You know what I don’t understand?” You hummed at your boyfriend as you stood at the end of the bed and looked at the two outfits you had brought for todays ‘joyous festivities’. “Why, oh why, you care so much about going to this thing? I mean, you said it yourself on the plane, you don’t even like wine.”

“Because I’m supposed to.” You said as you reached for the jean skirt and flowy, flower print tank top. The outfit suddenly went flying along with the tennis dress as Chris kicked the blanket. Your eyes whipped up at him and a feigned look of shock was on his face.

“What happened?” He teased as you growled at him.

“Now we can’t go.” You joked as you crawled up the bed where you really wanted to be anyways. “Everything is ruined! Oh, whoa is me.” You dramatically flopped the back of your hand on your forehead and pretended to be in distress. With a smirk, he propped himself up next to you.

“Let’s not go. No one but your dad is even gunna know we’re missing.” With a sigh, you looked over at him and nodded.

“I know, but…” With a shake of his head, he stuck his arm over your stomach and pulled you closer to him across the king sized bed.

“Baby…” A smile pulled at the corner of both of your lips at the term of endearment. “Baby, baby, baby… don’t let them treat you like that anymore. We’ll call your dad, tell him we’re… well, I’d say tell him we’re sick but I know he wouldn’t believe us. Baby, I can’t sit through another day like yesterday with your family and watch them treat you like shit. You mean to much to me already.” You smiled up at him and nodded.

“Alright. We’ll stay here.” He smiled, laid down beside you and pulled you into his chest.

“Yay.” Neither of you realized you fell back asleep but the shrill ringing of your hotel phone woke you up. With a grumbled sigh, you rolled back and grabbed the phone off the table.

“Ciao?”

“Ciao bella.” You smiled at your dad’s voice as you curled yourself back into Chris’ chest. “Dove sei, piccola regina?” Where are you. It took a moment for the question to completely permeate your brain before your eyes flew open.

“Oh! Oh that’s right I meant to call you.” You looked up at Chris with a smirk and shrugged. “We’re sick.” You faked a cough as your dad chuckled on the other end.

“Yea, you sure sound really sick, little Queen. Well then, we wouldn’t want you around all the other wedding guests, now would we?” You shook your head as Chris pulled you closer.

“Nope. Can’t have them getting sick, too.” You heard your dad hum before switching from English back to Italian.

“How about this? I’m pretty sure I can safely say, you know, as your life-long personal doctor and all, that I think a heavy dose of brunch in bed and laying down to show Chris the Sistine chapel is in order. Follow it up with a dose of pizza and gelato and being as far away from your sister as possible. Have I made myself clear?” You smiled and nodded.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good. Show him that bar you like, too but make sure you eat first. And take lots of pictures.”

“We will daddy.”

“Bellissimo. Ciao, bella.”

“Ciao.” You rolled back, dropped the phone on the cradle and looked over at Chris. “So doctor’s orders… you ready for this?” With his eyes still closed, he nodded as he rested his arm over your stomach and his hand on your side. “We have to have brunch in bed, then you have to see the Sistine chapel, followed by pizza and ice cream and my favorite dive bar. We have to take lots of pictures for proof that we listen to the doc and we have to stay as far away from my sister as possible.” He smiled and finally opened his eyes.

“I really think you have the best doctor in the world.” With a nod, you forced yourself to sit up so you could go get the room service menu. You kicked your tennis dress across the room as you headed to the little desk.

“Hey baby?” You cocked your eyebrow at him as you grabbed the booklet and headed back toward the bed as you started flipping through the pages. When he didn’t say anything, you paused at the foot of the bed and looked up at him. A smile spread across your face and your head naturally tilted to the side.

You had a brief moment where you realized you could see why he was so popular at work. He was astonishingly handsome and had to have been hand sculpted from stone by God himself. But no matter how gorgeous he was on the outside, it paled in comparison to the beauty he held in his heart.

“What, sweetheart?” He shook his head as he looked at you, standing at the foot of the bed in only his dress shirt from the day before. You had put it on when you were doing your hair for the day… which now was messed up again from falling back asleep. You still had the slightest bit of missed eyeliner from the day before under your eyes and his shirt swallowed you completely but you were still so beautiful to him for the kind person you were.

“Good morning, beautiful.” A stunning smile spread across your face, making his heart melt as you crawled back onto the bed over him.

“Good morning, handsome.” He smiled up at you and rolled onto his back beneath you as you gently laid down on his chest. He held your hips as you folded your hands on his broad chest and rested your chin on them. “See, isn’t this so much better?” You nodded with a sigh as you laid your head flat over his heart.

“Little slice of heaven.” He slid his hands from your sides to the small of your back and held you there for a moment, both of you content of just being before your empty stomach began to make it’s presence known.

“Well that was rude.” You joked as you forced yourself up. The only response you got was his stomach growling as well. “So was that.” You laughed as you both sat up against the headboard. Chris grabbed the menu book and flipped it open.

“Alright so…. What the hell do they offer?” You smirked as you took the book from him.

“Leave this to the professional. Go shower, we have a big day ahead of us.”

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Chris hadn’t said a word in nearly fifteen minutes. You looked down to where he was laying awkwardly curled up on his back under the bench between your feet so he could get the ‘real’ experience. Your dad used to do the same thing with you when you were little so you wouldn’t get trampled.

“What do you think?” You asked softly as you leaned forward on your knees. He shook his head as he tried to look up at you only for his eyes to stop on another part of the ceiling. You smiled as he opened his mouth to respond for it to just sort of hang open for a moment.

You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, made 100% sure it was on silent and pulled up the camera. You knew better than to take a picture of the chapel but you just had to capture a picture of Chris’ face. You never wanted to forget the indescribable green color in his eyes or the adorable age lines around them. You had to capture the little, loose curls in his short, brown hair and the light dusting of stubble along his jaw from his sideburn and across his cheek, throat, and upper lip. You needed to capture the tiny, almost unseen dimple indenting his cheek. But even as you clicked the shutter, you knew that photograph would never do the real thing justice.

“It’s so…” He tried as he tilted his head slightly to look the other way. He subtly shook his head as you took one more photo before putting your phone back in your pocket.

“I know.” He tilted his head back to look up at you with a giant smile.

“Thank you.” With a huffed laugh, you shook your head.

“Don’t thank me, baby. Just remember this feeling. It’s incomparable.” With a subtle nod, he reached up between your legs to brush his thumb down your cheek.

“I will always remember…” He got silent for a moment as he searched your eyes. A smirk curled his lip as he let his hand fall to your ankle and his voice dropped an octave. “…laying on the nasty floor of the Sistine chapel between your legs. Bet no one else can say that.” You reached down and tickled him for a second before letting up. He wrapped his arms around your legs for leverage and pulled himself up with a chuckle. “You want a turn?” He asked as he stood up in front of you. You shook your head as he pulled you to your feet.

“I come here every time I’m in Rome so I’ve seen it from that point of view before.” You looked up at the ceiling with a fond smile. “Now when I come, I try to find a different an angle I haven’t seen before.” You looked back down at him with a smile and took his hand. “Come on, I wanna show you something else.”

——

“Can we just stay here forever?” Chris asked softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled as he rested his chin on your shoulder and looked at Saint Peter’s Square and the breathtaking view of Rome from the Dome of the Saint Peter’s Basilica. You nodded as you rested your arms on his.

“See why it’s my favorite city?” He nodded as he subtly rocked you back and forth in the slight afternoon breeze. “We can stay.” You said softly as you wrapped your hands around his arms. “I mean, if you want to. I’m never in a hurry to go back to work.” The subtle rocking stopped and you felt his chin leave your shoulder. You turned in his arms to look up at his face, wondering if something you had said had crossed some sort of line. He studied you for a minute, almost testing your truthfulness before a weak smile spread across his face.

“I can’t ask that of you.” He said softly as he tightened his hold around you. “This trip, all the money you’ve spent on me already…”

“It’s not about the money, Chris.” He nodded and quickly cut you off.

“No, I know it’s not, sweetheart. I know it’s not. But…” You could feel tears stinging your eyes as he scrambled to figure out what he wanted to say. “No, baby. Just listen. I’m sorry, I know this is coming out really bad, just listen, OK?” You nodded as he took a deep breath. “I know it’s not about the money with you, thats not why I’m with you and I don’t want you to ever think that. But I want to be the one to take you out to dinner.

I want to be the one to buy you new clothes and shower you with gifts. I just… I don’t know how to do that in this situation. And I really want to figure that out because I really, really like you. You have such a big heart, (Y/N) and you are so, so kind to every one whether they deserve it or not. You deserve someone that is going to give you everything you give…”

“Chris, it’s not about the money.” You said as you reached up and cupped his cheeks in your hand. A few tears fell from your eyes as you nodded your head. “I hear what you’re saying, I really do. But I don’t need someone that can buy me pretty dresses and take me to fancy dinners. I have my dad for that.

I need someone that is doing exactly what you have been doing. Someone who will convince me that I don’t have to show up for my family just because they are my family. Someone who will help me see the good I have in me when I can’t see it myself. Someone that just sees me as (Y/N) and not the millions I have or the fact that I’m Doug Clifford’s daughter.” You brushed your hands on his cheeks almost as if you were petting him; pleading with him to understand. “I need someone who will look at me the way you do, with so much… unconditional love that onlookers want to throw up. It’s not about the money, Chris. You want to give me what I deserve? Just… love me.” He nodded as he quickly cupped your cheeks in his palms.

“I can do that.” He said as he crashed his lips to yours. You slid your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to get as close to him as possible. You felt his hands slid down your body and wrap around your waist so he could lift you off the ground. You stayed there for a moment until both your brains registered the other tourists around you cheering. You pulled away from each other and he carefully set you down as your faces flushed scarlet.

“That’s embarrassing.” He mumbled as you took his hand and tried to hide your face.

“Let’s go get a drink.”

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“OK, you’re turn. Tell me your most embarrassing moment.” You slurred as you tried to put your drink down on the little table in front of you. You giggled as you missed the edge the first time before finding the middle of the table the second.

“Oh, Lord.” Chris slurred right back as he dropped his arm across the back of the old, worn out couch in the dirtiest bar you could find outside the city of Rome. He looked around at the few locals that were there before focusing on your adorable rosy cheeks. “So this one time, I’m on stage, right?” You nodded as you turned toward him and flopped back against the couch. He smiled as he grabbed a few strands of your hair and began twisting them around his fingers.

“So I’m up there dancing and I had these new track pants on. You know the ones with the buttons on the sides?” You nodded at him as you kicked your feet up onto his lap. “So I’m doing my routine and I go to rip my pants off and they just won’t come off. So, I’m trying to play it cool by just taking them off… what I didn’t realize is when I tucked my thumbs into the waist band…” Your eyes went wide as you realized what happened. Your hands flew to your mouth and you gasped.

“No!” He burst out laughing and nodded.

“Stark naked, standing in a spot light surrounded by hundreds of loud, horny women.” You giggled as you leaned over to grab your drink.

“At least you got something to work with in that aspect.” You said as you gestured to him with your drink, spilling it on the couch and his leg for the twentieth time in half an hour. “Could always be worse.”

“This is true.” He let his head fall onto the couch, too far gone to notice the vodka and coke soaking the leg of his jeans. He watched you take a drink and a smile spread across his face. “God, you’re so beautiful.” You smirked and looked over at him as you tried to find the table again with your glass.

“Not… *hiccup* not like you.” You said as you finally found the table and put your drink down. You looked back over at him as his eyes went as wide as his smile.

“Imagine what our kids would look like!”

“Ooo!!! They’d be so cute!” You cooed as you flopped over into his side. You turned on the couch, neither realizing or caring that you were in a bar out in public, and lay nearly all the way across his lap. “They’d have your eyes…” He nodded as he looked down at you and started to lazily run his fingers through your hair.

“Your hair… soft hair…”

“Your nose…” you said as you reached up and tried to touch his nose, missing by a couple inches and poking his cheek instead. You giggled as you tried again.

“Alright you two. Enough mentally designing make believe babies on random couches in Italy.” Your brow furrowed as you looked at Chris, whose mouth hadn’t moved.

“How did you do that? You sounded like my daddy!” He poked his bottom lip out and shrugged as his eyes stayed focused on his fingers in your hair. Movement beside you caught both of your attention and you both squinted up against the bar lights at your dad.

“Daddy!” You squealed as you tried to sit up as quickly as you could. “Come drink with us!” Doug shook his head was he reached out for you.

“Not tonight, my little Queen. I gotta get you two back to the hotel.”

“But I don’t wanna…” You whined as your dad dragged you to your feet.

“If you go back to the hotel with me now, I’ll bring you ice cream in bed.” You dad said, using the only weapon he had when you were drunk to get you to comply. Instantly, your head whipped toward him.

“No way!” He nodded as he reached out and helped Chris off the couch, too.

“Yes way. Now come on, let’s go, my little trouble maker.” You giggled as you sloppily skipped out of the bar like a kid while pulling Chris after you. You missed your dad thanking the bartender (who knew you so well from your many drunken nights at his place) for calling him as he collected your bags and phones from the table. As you got outside, you squealed as you saw your dad’s limo.

“Baby look-it!” You said as you climbed into the back seat. You opened the sunroof and climbed out of it with a smile. “I’m a Queen!” Your boyfriend smiled as he walked over to the car and leaned on the hood easily.

“You’re my Queen, now.” You nodded as you walked over to him as far as the sun roof would allow it.

“All yours.”

“Get your drunk ass out of the sunroof!” You dad hollered as he came out of the bar. Your eyes went wide as you looked up at him.

“Busted!” You giggled as you ducked back into the car. You quickly grabbed Chris’ hand and pulled him into the car, laughing as he stumbled and landed on top of you. You both burst out laughing as you looked at each other. You laid there on the floor as your dad got in and tossed your stuff on the back seat. As you and Chris caught your breath, Doug told the driver to head back to the hotel.

“I think I love you.” Chris breathed as he brushed your hair out of your face. You smiled and nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Me too.” Neither of you heard your dad groan as Chris leaned down and captured your lips with his.

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“Good morning, my little Queen!” You and Chris both groaned loudly as you yanked the covers over your head in a vain attempt to stop the hangovers you both were facing. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Daddy, go away!” You cried as your eyeballs throbbed behind your closed eyelids. You heard him chuckle as Chris pulled you closer to him as a shield. Out of no where, the blankets that were over your heads disappeared and your little cave under them was flooded with light.

“No!” You and Chris shouted at the same time as you both cowered away from the light.

“Come on, you two. Time to get up. We have a wedding rehearsal to get to and you’re burning day light.”

“We’re sick.” Chris said as he buried his face in your throat in an attempt to block out the light some other way.

“Dad, go away!” You heard the soft rattling of what you had to assume was Aspirin in a bottle before the bottle landed on your side and rolled between you and your boyfriend.

“I warned you two to eat before you drank.” Doug said as he headed into the bathroom to turn on the shower. “It’s not my fault you choose not to listen.” He came back out into the bedroom and you forced your eyes open to glare at him. He pointed at you and shook his head. “Don’t you give me that look. I had to drag your drunk asses out of a bar at two in the morning when I was already asleep and I let you sleep all morning. Now, come on. We have to do this damn rehearsal and dinner. You have one hour.” You groaned and shook your head.

“I don’t wanna…” You whined as your dad headed out to finish getting ready.

“Sorry my little Queen. That’s above my pay grade today.” You let out a pathetic whine as you tried to hide in Chris’ chest. “Get up!” Your dad shouted, causing both of you to jump in each other’s arms.

“Alright!” You shouted as you both forced yourselves away from each other.

“I’m never drinking again.” Chris groaned as he grabbed the bottle of aspirin off the bed and popped it open. You nodded in agreement as you looked over at your bedside table at the tall glasses of water your dad had put there. The digital clock behind it read 1:54pm and you groaned.

“I fucking hate my sister right now.” You sighed as you forced yourself to sit up against the headboard.

“Yea, I’ve never liked her and I’ve only met her once. Here.” You looked over at him and took the pills he had and traded him for a glass of water. You both finished your glasses in seconds.

“Do you remember coming back here last night?” He shook his head as he sat up beside you.

“I remember doing Irish car bombs… and something about babies?” Your brow furrowed as you looked over at him.

“What?” He shrugged.

“I don’t know, babe. I was fuckin’ drunk.” You huffed and nodded as you looked at the shower.

“Yea, you and me both.” You glanced at the empty glass in your hand. “Damn, I need a toothbrush.”

“And a shower, ‘cause no offense, but you smell like vodka.” You looked over at him with your eyebrow raised.

“Because you’re a bundle of roses yourself.” He shrugged as he forced himself to get out of bed.

“Come on, sunshine. Let’s get ready for a day in hell.”

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The two of you sat as far back in the church as you could get where you could still hear, hiding behind sunglasses. You did your best to focus on what you were supposed to be doing but for the life of you, you didn’t care. You just wanted to go back to bed.

“Do you think, if we like… ducked under the rows and crawled really quietly, we could get the fuck out of here?” You shook your head where it laid on his shoulder.

“My mother is glaring at us. She would see.” You felt his cheek turn against your head as he looked for and located your mother.

“Why is she staring at us?” He asked as he tightened his grip on your shoulder. You sighed and closed your eyes behind your shades.

“Because my world doesn’t revolve around Tara like hers does.” You felt someone sit down on the pew next to you and you opened your eyes.

“So I hear you got busted by daddy at the bar again last night.” Your cousin Julie said as she kicked her feet up on the pew in front of you. You sighed, heavily as you closed your eyes once more.

“Hear you got arrested in Maui… again.” She scoffed as she folded her arms over her chest.

“Why are you such a bitch, (Y/N)?”

“Same reason you can’t keep yourself out of handcuffs.” You smiled as you picked up your head and looked over at her. “Because I can.” She rolled her eyes and stood up only sparing Chris a glance before she turned to leave. You watched her head whip back toward him and her jaw dropped.

“Oh… my God.” She gasped as laughter bubbled up in her throat. “You’re dating a stripper?” The church got silent as every member of your family and the priest got quiet and looked over at you. You leapt to your feet in front of your cousin and ripped your sunglasses off your face.

“The fuck does it matter what he used to do for a living, Julie? At least he hasn’t been arrested for prostitution like you, skank.” You spun on your heel and gestured for Chris to get up.

“You brought a stripper… to my wedding?” Tara called out from the front of the church. Tears filled your eyes as you looked down at Chris who, despite the fact that he had sunglasses on, looked beyond mortified. You turned back around to your family as your dad quickly hurried down the middle isle to you and nodded.

“Yea, I brought a stripper to this disgusting, self-centered display you call a wedding. And I don’t regret it one bit because this man has more integrity in one of his g-strings than all of you put together, you narrow-minded fucks. Find yourself a new maid of honor, bitch. I’m officially done with all of you.” You turned back around, grabbed Chris’ hand and pulled him to his feet as your dad pushed past Julie to get to your side.

“Let’s go, kids.” He said as Anne came running up the pew in front of you and Chris. She grabbed his other hand and the four of you left the church. The second you made it outside the church, you burst into tears.

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed as Chris spun and wrapped you in his arms. You could feel his whole body shaking as your dad and Anne stepped away to get the car and give you some space. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s not you.” He said as he held you tighter. “It comes with the territory.” You shook your head as you leaned back and looked at him.

“You should never, ever be made to feel like that. Ever.” He nodded as he cupped your jaw with his hand.

“And I don’t when I’m with you.” You nodded against his hand as your dad headed up the church steps.

“Come on, you two. We’re going to fucking Paris. Fuck this wedding.” You both glanced over at him and he chuckled as he pointed at you. “And you get to help me make all the phone calls to pull all my payments before they go through, too. See what kinda wedding happens after that.” He turned on his heel and headed back to the car while mumbling ‘treating my little Queen and my future son-in-law like that’ under his breath. You huffed a laugh as you looked up at Chris.

“Ever been to Paris?” He shrugged as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Does the one on the Strip count?” You smirked and shook your head as you headed down the church steps.

“Not a chance.”

~~~~~~~ Epilogue ~~~~~~~~~

“So… did you figure when we were so rudely woken up this morning that we’d be going to bed with this view?” You asked softly as you dragged your fingertips along Chris’ arm over your stomach. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Every day is apparently a surprise with you, baby girl.” You tilted your head and looked back over at him with a smile.

“Is that a good thing?” He nodded as he leaned forward and kissed your nose.

“That is a very, very good thing.” With a hum and a smile, you gave him a chaste kiss before rolling back over to look at the Eiffel Tower lit up against the night sky.

“Good.”